Blonde Ambition

A few weeks ago, I started noticing something was up with the pipes in our house. Every once in awhile, when one pipe was draining water, another part of the house would start gurgling.

“Something’s up with the pipes,” I told my significant other.

“It’s probably all the rain we’ve been getting. I think it’s done that before,” he replied with his eyes glued to the television. That should have been a clue right there. I should have known he would quickly search for an answer that would fix itself…even if it wasn’t the right one.

Then I started noticing a funky smell. Since both my SO and the dog looked innocent whenever I noticed the smell, I mentioned the pipes again.

“It’s all the rain we’ve been getting.”

“It hasn’t rained in over a week, dear,” I replied.

Eventually, this all progressed into the pipes backing up into each other. When the tub or washer would drain, water would back up into the toilets and the sink. Then, a few days ago, the toilets started backing up into…everything.

Nice.

“There must be a blockage in the pipes. I’ll have to snake it.” My SO told me.

Really? Do tell…a problem with the pipes, you say? Huh…go figure.

So we tried snaking it last night. Then we pried off the lid to the septic…it was full.

Okay, so it wasn’t a problem with the pipes exactly. But it also wasn’t the rain, either. In my self-righteous mind, I’m thinking that if he had listened to me a few weeks ago, we could have had this fixed before our house started smelling like a porta-potty.

I love the man beyond words, I really do, but sometimes I think if I said the sky was blue…well, you get the picture.

At least it will be fixed today.

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