If my posts turn into one word sentences, or I just stop posting all together, call 911. Since I feel like I'm up to my neck in germs, I'm taking matter into my own hands and fumigating the house with bleach. It's my only choice because our BASEMENT FLOODED AGAIN. I am a powerless creature relying heavily on Roto Rooter, bleach and the blessing of BFI trucks. Thank you, garbage men, for taking all of my soiled (think same word usage as in a hospital, nursing home etc), wet goods every Monday morning.
Roto Rooter man is downstairs in my basement replacing my sump pump again (in less than a month) saying things like "Some things to tackle," and "your work cut out for you" and "$4,000- $5,000." We have another plumber coming to give us an estimate on the $1,800 fix in the next "few hours." (you get why that's in quotes, don't you?) And soon we'll have a FOUNDATION man coming within the next day because we need a new foundation or some crazy jazz because soil and sand is "weeping" through holes that the previous owner drilled in the ground. Hence our sump pump dies every time it rains.
So I'm left with approximately 4 brain cells, the power of prayer and my fist beating my chest "O Domine, Miserere, O Domine Miserere, Iesu Christe, Miserere"