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Marshall, summoning the courage to tell me the honest truth, came to tell me, "Dad, we need to call a plumber."
I went to see what the problem was, and he showed me a 1/37th sliver of bar soap that he'd let slip down the bathroom sink. It was wedged in the drain. He was so relieved when I showed him how soap melts in hot water!
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Nice couches!
Posted by: Susan | August 20, 2008 at 09:13 PM
I remember getting that courage up! LOL!
Posted by: karen | August 20, 2008 at 09:34 PM
What is up/wrong with your dog?
Posted by: Terrible Speller | August 21, 2008 at 11:12 AM
Let me clarify...this is NOT our dog! This is Sanibel, belonging to John's mom and Dad. She's cute, but has that nasty eye-booger stain thing happening and a bad hair cut complements of her mommy!
Posted by: Paula | August 21, 2008 at 11:38 AM