even more luck

At 8:10 the plumber called--can they come in 15 minutes and fix the lift pump? If it was possible to kiss a man over the phone, I would have.

Not my actual plumber, but one I'd be sorely tempted to kiss in person.

No flushing or using a drain for this long has taken it's toll on our psyche. I feel unbelievably lucky to get to flush toilets, run my dishwasher, do laundry, drain water through the sink--soon. We've roughed it "camping style" by peeing outside, brushing teeth off the porch, even doing dishes in a bucket and sluicing the water across the yard when finished--but it's cold outside, especially at night. All the toilets in our house stink with marinating unflushed #2. Will I buy a gallon of bleach when these guys leave? You betcha. Will Mr. D and the gang come home to sparkling clean bathrooms, fresh beds and an empty dishwasher? You betcha.

I had every expectation that a 90# piece of metal would NOT get shipped from Kentucky in a timely manner. I even dragged the boys to D's office last night for showers just in case. I'm so damn happy that I'm jumping for joy--Eurolush has nothing on my ability to spring upwards several feet. Karate has honed my hamstrings and calf muscles into a force to be reckoned with. I could almost pass for a cheerleader with all the pep in my step.

Yes, that's really me--Mr. G took the picture and said, "Got it, Mom. You jump really good!"

Reader, what makes you jump for joy today?

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