Monday, April 18, 2011

Monday Potty Talk

Working from home today as we're making a minor change in the way toilets get flushed in the Smith casa. We love the small-town life, but we've decided it's time to get off the septic tank and bring a bit of citification to the Smith sewer. Basically, it was a decision foisted upon us by the fact that the septic tank FAILED. That's right, as in, "somebody-call-911-kind-of-failure."

Can I just go on the record right now and say that anytime you hear the words "septic tank" and "failure" in the same sentence, you can rest assured that something really horrible has gone down. Or not gone down. Sometime in the future when you're bored out of your skull and the only other thing on your to-do list has to do with fingernails and a chalk board, gimme a shout. It would be my pleasure to fill you in on the beautiful horrifying details.

On that note, here's a picture below of our plumber digging the trench for the new line. As you can see, he's got a loooong way to go to make it to the fence out back. Dig, Jimmy, dig. You sir, are my new best friend.


Ruth Glover-Recruiter-CAREER CONSULTATIONS said...

I'm just glad it's not one of your kids in that trench!

Ruth Glover

Chase the Lion said...

As I recall, this would be the second time the Smith family have crashed a septic tank. There is a tank in Eufaula that still has nightmares about your family.

Might want to look into a little less fiber...