An exciting week at the monkey house. The goose texts me at work. “There is a puddle in the basement and I think it’s too big to be cat pee.” I asked her to put a paper towel on the puddle to see if it’s pee. Sadly her response was to text a picture of the “puddle” in which I could see the room reflected in its bounty. Since we hadn’t had rain yet that day I know what that meant….trouble.
The plumber was called. The main was snaked. Then the real work began….gross. 8 hours of shop vac-ing and steam cleaning, stubby hubs hunk comes home and proudly exclaims, “it still stinks.” More steam cleaning, this time with wine because why not.
You’ll have to excuse us if we don’t invite you to the rumpus room anytime soon but methane kills.