So I'm lying on the couch (which never happens, but I'm sick today and trying not to be a total wreck for tomorrow's all-day robotics competition)(so I will have the necessary mental fortitude to deal with ten-year-old boys crying on my shoulders when they don't win)(which they have not a snowball's chance in hell of doing) attempting to be unconscious when I hear a loud ga-GLURG ga-GLURG ga-GLURG coming from the bathroom. Upon investigation, I find that all the water in the toilet has mysteriously disappeared. Feeling like the heroine in a campy horror B-movie (think "Alligator"), I reach over and flush the toilet, and a large geyser of water shoots up and splashes back down.
This is as far as the current installment of the indoor-plumbing saga has gotten, but I will keep you posted, unless I am eaten by a mutant sewer-dwelling reptile.
In other news, nothing I can say or do serves to convince Owen that God didn't intend boogers as an anytime snack.
Hope the robotic competition, and the toilet problem, worked out OK. And that you're feeling better.
ReplyDeleteBooger eating is a middle child thing.
ReplyDeleteIt would appear to be true. Neither Alec or Isaac has ever had the remotest interest in eating a booger.
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