And You Thought We Were Just Going To Snake Your Drain...

Okay, I don't think I have mentioned that the drainpipe from our washing machine started backing up recently, so when it drains between cycles it would spew water all over the laundry room floor. Yay for older homes.... We mentioned this to Carter, the handy man last week and he was like, "Okay, I'll come by and snake the drain and that should fix it good."

So he's here right now. He and Edgar (his helper... makes me feel guilty naming our skeleton Edgar) ended up having to use the access hole in the spare bedroom closet and go under the house and cut the pipe in order to get the snake in. They got that done and were then checking the other drains and Carter noticed our bathroom sink wasn't draining fast enough, so he decided to take the pea trap off and in the process sort of broke the faucet (maybe) so now we get a new bathroom faucet (I think, I'll update when I know...). While he was doing this Edgar was fixing the busted switch in the laundry room, he may have shocked himself a couple of times... Carter then went into the kitchen to wash his hands off, and was appalled by the low hot water pressure coming from the kitchen faucet. I think he fixed that, or he plans to, but I think that meant going back under the house.

Apparently there is also a few bags of lime under the house.... I think the previous tenant hid dead bodies down there. So I vow as of right now, I will never EVER go under this house or the ghosts of the people the previous tenant murdered may get me and then I will be put into an insane asylum... And as much fun as a padded room sounds I don't think I would enjoy that.

I love where I live... It's awesome. And there are so many awesome stories I can tell.

This is kind of a Post Script for the Memo post:

While at my grandma's, she had put out a tray of crackers, cheese and meat. When Jordan finally decided he wanted some snacks, there was one piece of meat left and Cassidy ate it before he could realize it. So here he sits with his crackers laid out, then the cheese, and that's when he realized the meat was gone. He sat there for a moment, then Jenn told him to ask Nana if she had any more (she was talking to my mom and uncle). He ever so meekly raised his little hand, and politely said, "Um, excuse me.... Excuse me. Can I have some meat, please?.... Excuse me... Can I have some meat?" We told him to wait for Nana to stop talking, so he waited and then asked again when she was done talking, and Grandma's response was, "I don't think I do." Poor Jordan, he started pouting and then began to slide out of his chair and under the table. Jenn convinced him to come back up just as Grandma produced more meat from the fridge. He quickly thanked his Nana and devoured his crackers. It's just so freaking adorable how sweet and polite he can be when he wants to. I couldn't get over him raising his hand (he learned that in headstart I assume) and saying "Excuse me." I wish I had a recording of it...

Okay I am going to watch Biggest Loser Couples.