In Which Ms. Fix It Overcomes Her Fear of Plumbing
Let's recap Wednesday night's conversation...
Mr. C: We are going to have to call a plumber. I spent the last five minutes plunging that toilet, and it still drains slowly. Plus, I don't think the tank is full enough.
Ms. Fix It: It's not only the volume of water, but the pressure in the bowl. Those little holes around the rim should be open to allow good flow. I can check it out on Friday and try the closet auger to unblock it. I was planning on blowing out the garage and fixing the weather stripping (Note: Bad!Clairvoyant busted that garage trim/seal, so it's only fitting that her alter-ego repair it) along with... (list of domestic shit which will be turfed to home engineer/goddess Clairvoyant).
Mr. C: Don't worry about the garage. I'll take care of it on Monday. I have nothing else planned for that day, except shopping for Dad and hanging out at his place for the 'Life Alert' installation.
And today... At 7:15AM I'm sitting before the toilet bowl, essentially hugging it while I run a wire hanger around the rim. The sight of this is made even more hilarious if you can picture me in a short, satin negligee (Hmm... maybe you shouldn't go there). Then I tackle the blockage with the closet auger; it cleared on the second attempt. *cue the chorus of angels* *rush to the phone to call Mr. C*
Ms. Fix It: I did it! Five minutes saved us at least a hundred bucks!
Mr. C: That's nice honey. Gotta go. Have a great day off.
Poor Ms. Fix It is so under-appreciated. :( She has gained plumbing confidence today, but I can't imagine her tackling a vent stack. That's best left to the professionals.
On the domestic front, the house is clean, the laundry is a work in progress, twelve dozen cookies are cooling their heels, and dinner is planned at least. Baked salmon, steamed asparagus, and risotto of brown rice medley, wild mushroom, and spinach. I think I'll pop open a bottle of white with dinner and toast to the end of a productive day. :D
Mr. C: We are going to have to call a plumber. I spent the last five minutes plunging that toilet, and it still drains slowly. Plus, I don't think the tank is full enough.
Ms. Fix It: It's not only the volume of water, but the pressure in the bowl. Those little holes around the rim should be open to allow good flow. I can check it out on Friday and try the closet auger to unblock it. I was planning on blowing out the garage and fixing the weather stripping (Note: Bad!Clairvoyant busted that garage trim/seal, so it's only fitting that her alter-ego repair it) along with... (list of domestic shit which will be turfed to home engineer/goddess Clairvoyant).
Mr. C: Don't worry about the garage. I'll take care of it on Monday. I have nothing else planned for that day, except shopping for Dad and hanging out at his place for the 'Life Alert' installation.
And today... At 7:15AM I'm sitting before the toilet bowl, essentially hugging it while I run a wire hanger around the rim. The sight of this is made even more hilarious if you can picture me in a short, satin negligee (Hmm... maybe you shouldn't go there). Then I tackle the blockage with the closet auger; it cleared on the second attempt. *cue the chorus of angels* *rush to the phone to call Mr. C*
Ms. Fix It: I did it! Five minutes saved us at least a hundred bucks!
Mr. C: That's nice honey. Gotta go. Have a great day off.
Poor Ms. Fix It is so under-appreciated. :( She has gained plumbing confidence today, but I can't imagine her tackling a vent stack. That's best left to the professionals.
On the domestic front, the house is clean, the laundry is a work in progress, twelve dozen cookies are cooling their heels, and dinner is planned at least. Baked salmon, steamed asparagus, and risotto of brown rice medley, wild mushroom, and spinach. I think I'll pop open a bottle of white with dinner and toast to the end of a productive day. :D