the Toilet Bowl blues...

after feeling crappy with the aftermath of the weekend..

and the crazy madness out of my 19 year old,

did I happen to mention that Fuzzy, our Maine Coon, got out the door when the 'boys' from the all-nighter left finally Saturday morning? ... and he's still missing.  I've been worried sick.  He has been declawed, he's old...and at this point, I miss him more than the 19 year old...at least I'm getting a reprieve from the crazy. 

If that isn't enough, yesterday evening I go upstairs, and I find water all over the floor...OhMyGawd.  On closer inspection around the throne, water is spewing finely from that attachment at the base of the tank, and who in the hell can turn that valve off? I'm trying, I'm trying to turn that dang knob, its hard, and its spewing pretty good...LOL

In my panic-stricken mode after prying ruthlessly to turn the son-of-a gun valve off, I called the gardener, who got back in town in the nick of time; so here he comes in his flannel checked underwear pant PJs, bringing tools to turn off that dang valve after I nearly tore my hand up.  So at 10 o'clock he leaves last night, turns off the valve, so I think all is well, father in law will come look at it tomorrow, so I try to get some rest after my shower.

Next thing I know, I hear two cats fighting outside at 3 a.m., I spring from my bed to see about the clatter,  fly open the front door and beckon for him, but he is nowhere in sight, does not answer me.  Perhaps that was not him fighting with another cat.  How could he? He has no claws.  Slowly I turn to the sound of water dripping in the livingroom as there is total silence.  Snap it hits me like a ton of bricks! Noooooooo!

I run upstairs and see that the damn bathroom floor is flooded, and now its coming through the ceiling in the living room below it?  oh GAWD!!!!! Yes, I had 2-3 inches of water in the bathroom floor, what a frickin' mess at 3 a.m., here I am sopping up water, missing the cat, thinking what in the hell?  Is there a moon rising I don't know about? a curse of some kind? ugh...After I clean up the mess, I empty the plastic bowl I had used to catch the 'drip' and re-insert it under the leak thinking it'll hold till I get up? yeah right...after all how much does a toilet bowl hold...too damn much.  

Yeah...so much for the gardener's brilliance at fixing plumbing.  He says he thinks its the valve, it wasn't. 

$94 bucks later, in 5 minutes, the plumber replaced the line from the tank to the valve line, and all is well is Urbappalachia.

Yep, the last few days have been a total flush!