The new homeowner experience is not complete until one has encountered the pleasure of a clogged and overflowing toilet at 11:00pm on a Sunday evening...

I stepped out of the shower last night glistening and glowing (as women are wont to do after bathing) and noticed the toilet bowl water was low. Assuming a simple plunge would resolve this issue I extracted the toilet sucker from under the sink and began plunging away. After going at it a while with the plunger, and not getting one of those eureka-it's-fixed bubbles, I had the brilliant idea to flush the toilet; bear in mind that I am still stark naked from the shower. Flushing turned out to be not such a good idea. The water began flowing over the bowl like in that 1980's flick "Rattler" where the snake is getting into the house via the toilet. Meanwhile I am attempting to rescue my dry-clean-only bath rugs while tip-toeing barefoot through toilet water, all the while cursing like a sailor! After unceremoniously tossing my precious rugs into the hallway I grab my cute pink and black New Balance running shoes (on sale at Nordstroms for $35.00) and hightailed it to the laundry room in search of a mop and bucket.
Upon returning to the bathroom, mop and bucket in hand, I proceeded to plunge the #$%^ out of that toilet until my superior plumbing skills conquered the clog. I then spent the next 20min. mopping the bathroom floor (yes, still buck naked save for the shoes) and cloroxing the toilet and floor as I could not stand the thought of prancing across the bathroom with a film of toilet water everywhere.

A scant hour after stepping from the shower the bathroom was spotless, the toilet unclogged, and I, victorious and perspiring mildly, flopped into bed (yes, naked) and fell into a deep sleep.


All things considered the incident was humorous and a great learning experience...next time I will put on my shoes before tackling the clog and not in the midst of...