I can flush my toilet and take a shower without flooding the basement!

FREEDOM

I've needed to clean the bathroom for at least a week. I've made a deal with myself that I will clean the bathroom tonight because cleaning magically makes the Blackhawks score.

A person on one of the teams I may be joining actually clapped her hands at the prospect of me coming on board, so I guess that is a good sign.

Nice omen!

FREEDOM

You know how at a campground or traveling, you are always acutely aware of the state of your bladder and the next facility? It SUCKS living like that in your own home. Granted, I have it pretty easy, just next door, but holdingitholdingitwhichkeyisitagainholdingitscrewshuttingthedoor....

I want to bleach down the basement floor now. Guy cleaned up well, but...I'll feel better.

I can flush my toilet and take a shower without flooding the basement!

Hooray!

A person on one of the teams I may be joining actually clapped her hands at the prospect of me coming on board, so I guess that is a good sign.

This pleases me.

Verdict: roots. Far enough out that it's technically in the city's easement, but since I don't have an exterior cleanout, I can't get them to do squat. He shoved the crap way down the main line.

I have the same problem, except I think not in the city's easement. We just had them cleared out this year, but I'm trying to keep this in my memory for the next time it starts flooding, several years in the future, since there was a little overflow for a long time before we ("we"= my mother) did anything about it, and I'd like to be a little more proactive in the future.

You know how at a campground or traveling, you are always acutely aware of the state of your bladder and the next facility?

And how. I'm on a diuretic for high blood pressure, so I even go to the bathroom before getting on public transportation because who knows when the next opportunity will be if I get stuck in traffic or trapped on the subway?!

Ah, middle aged female bladder, with the constant niggling urge.

I'll counter with the middle aged male bladder, which goes from not needing to go at all to MUST PEE NOW! with no transition time.

Yeah, but men can stand aimlessly along the side of the road, staring off at the horizon, then continue to mosey on their way.

Though that's probably not as easy to do in urban areas.

(edit: I have long been bitter about the greater number of options men have for relief in the wild)

Women used to be able to relieve themselves in the wild, too, when they wore layers of floor-length skirts and no underwear. Oh yes.

Timelies all!

Too many books to read, too much stuff on the DVR. Yet all I want to do is sit at the computer...