I refuse to post any pictures.
I don’t want to take any and I don’t want to share any.
BUT, I do want to know if any of you are guilty of playing favorites. Come on. Be honest…
Do you try to give the impression that all of your children or grandchildren are equally loved? That none is more lovable than another? Uh huh…
Well, today I have a confession to make.
The plumber is my favorite.
He comes when he is called. He isn’t afraid to do the dirty work. (And I do mean dirty…). He doesn’t leave his tools out…when he is done, he leaves.
And I don’t even regret the exorbitant price I have to pay to get rid of the toilet paper clogging the pipe.
I know. Couldn’t it have been a toy? Or…rag or something? Did it really have to be toilet paper?
I told him we use Scott tissue. We even use the kind that is suitable for septic systems. He nodded. Complimented me on our choice of tissue. (Yay for me…)
When you have a bunch of little people…well, let’s just say that the plumbing can take a beating. I told our friendly plumber that I have had to call for de-clogging services at least three times since January.
Sigh…he told me that the roots are generating a separation in the sewer line…and that will need to be repaired…ugh…
I can now anticipate the digging up of my front yard. (Hopefully, my garden that wraps and winds around the yard will be spared…but who knows?)
But there IS a silver lining…since we live in St. Louis County, the repair is covered.
See why the plumber is my favorite?