SOME DAYS YOU JUST SHOULD STAY IN BED

When we moved back into the house in September the first thing that went wrong was the water. I did a load of laundry and the washing machine unloaded into the utility room tub, the toilet and the bathtub. Remember that? And it was days of work and they finally had to dig up the whole front yard and replace the pipe and it cost a lot of money.

So last night, very late I decided to do a laundry of dog stuff so John would have clean things for today while I was at the Gallery, and then this morning, I put some of MY clothes in and did a laundry, and as I was standing there doing something else  noticed that the water was backing up into the utility sink. I instantly turned off the washer as I heard John scream at the same moment: TURN IT OFF!! It had backed up filling the toilet and working on the bathtub.

WHAT????WTF????? AGAIN????THAT WAS FIXED!!!!!!!!!

No, no, apparently no it wasn't.
So here I sit, no bathroom, no washer, dogs whining and crying and howling and barking and snarking, Nigel doing his continual whine, which makes me want to kill him at the best of times. Cooper wanting out (run, Forrest, run!) and if I go get the wine bottle now, at not quite noon, John is sure to notice.