You'll see me in the papers

Today's drama involved the bathroom sink.

It was something of a carryover from last night, when Mr. Samoa went to brush his teeth and discovered that the sink was draining at a trickle. He broke out the plumber's snake and the lethal corrosive chemicals (LCC), and was able thus to get it to at least not go all over the floor. The hour being late, however, he was forced to leave it at that.

Thus, this morning. I was performing my daily ablutions when I discovered that the sink would not drain at all. "No matter," I thought. " I will simply get out the plunger and use it to remove the obstruction." This was not such an easy matter as I had first believed, as it turned out that the overflow was ALSO plugged. I plunged away, and the first plunge sent brown guck flying out the overflow and all over the bathroom. At this juncture, I removed my shirt so as not to get said guck all over it. Plunging was proving ineffective, so I deployed the next weapon in my arsenal, the LCC. I dumped the remains of the bottle in the sink, and then realized that the empty bottle could not simply be placed in the trash owing to over-curious quixen. So, out to the breezeway I ran, in my bra and jeans, to put the thing in the outdoor trash can. (If I turn up on a Girls Gone Wild video, I want a share of the proceeds. I'll use the money to fix the sink.)

I knew that the situation was deteriorating when even the LCC proved ineffective. At that point, I decided that there was nothing for it but to close up the bathroom to keep the aforementioned cats out of the LCC, and leave Mr. Samoa a note regarding the situation. So, that's where things stand at the moment. If he can't fix the damn thing, that's where you'll see me in the papers. Or GGW, at a bare minimum.