So its 11:15 pm right now, a time when I am usually in bed, all Nyquil'd up and watching Friends reruns, waiting to fall into a deep sleep. But instead, we have a visitor in our home. Nope, not a flying squirrel (thank God for that). A plumber.
I was out for a good chunk of the day today at my mom & dad's. I got home a little before 9 and everything seemed normal. We put Princess to bed, blah blah blah...then Hub comes up from the basement and asks me to come down and help him. With what? Just come down.
We recently had our hot water heater burst, and water filled the basement. So that is what I was expecting. But no. This time I was hit with the stench. The slop sink was filled with nasty, dirty water and it smelled like poo. Well, not really like poo, more like bits of rotten food and such. So my help is not really needed because there was only a smell and no random soggy belongings to clean up. Except that I needed to encourage Hub to call someone about it tonight, rather than having me do it tomorrow. All the ads in the yellow pages say "24/7, no extra charge for nights and weekends!" So why wait till tomorrow?
The guy was here within about 30 minutes, which was a good thing. He is charging us $245.00, which is a bad thing. Or maybe that's a good price, I don't know. No matter what kind of plumbing work you get done, or house repairs or car repairs for that matter, you always feel like you are getting ripped off.
So the guy is still here, I have not taken my Nyquil, and I am tired. Oh, and while the heatwave broke today and the temp reached a cool 85 degrees (and it felt downright brisk, I might add), the air conditioner repair guy can't come until Friday. So we have a hot, smelly house. Oh, and spending the day with Princess by the pool yesterday gave me painful sunburn on my shoulders. Just wanted to share with you. Aren't you glad I did?