I am back from an action-packed week-long vacation. It began on Saturday morning when the waste lines in our house clogged up. The first five hours of my vacation? Running the snake down the drain, getting it stuck and bent, buying a new one, getting that stuck, then calling the plumber.
Lo, there are many stories and pictures to share. Later today I'll post the first installment of the August Vacation Tale. Thanks to all my readers who have still been checking the blog and assuming I fell into a sinkhole because there were no posts. Now you all can resume wishing that I had fallen into a sinkhole. Hurrah!
Writer, architect, father, husband.
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If there's a diaper stuck in our plumbing, we've got bigger problems. Bigger, messier problems.