Ugh!

So at about 11:30 pm on Thanksgiving night, our plumbing decided to get crazy... We heard 'bubble' noises and while I was taking a shower it decided not to drain... Simultaneously, the other tub started to fill with water, our utility sink in the garage filled with water, and the toilets wouldn't flush. NICE. Thank you plumbing built in 1952. Awesome. We knew that finding a plumber at midnight on thanksgiving was going to be tough... But who can live in a house where you can't even use your bathroom?! Ludicrous! I even invented a scheme in which we could go #2 in the middle of the night (or early morning) without having to drive to a nasty gas station... If you ever want to know the scheme, just ask because its brilliant (although Matt thought it wasn't quite so). It involves Odie's poop bags... Luckily, Matt was golfing with a friend early Friday morning at 7 who 'knew a guy' who came out to snake our main line at 8 am the day after Thanksgiving. A miracle :) That produced a river of water as he opened the main line and ROOTS from our crazy trees out front (they were wrapped around the snake). Awesomeness :)

Ps-this is NOT a joke. Check out my sweet photos of Tomi (yes. That was his name) and the weird black roots.