When my son and his mum moved in last August I had a few simple rules. One of em was that, due to the aged nature of the plumbing in my 70 plus year old house... she was to FLUSH CERTAIN MONTHLY UNMENTIONABLE'S DOWN THE TOILET.!!!

Now that being said what do I awaken to at 7:00 this morning? Screams from the basement about inches of water from the backed up sink. Cursing I did my best imitation of a fireman and did the drill. I got out my wet/dry shopvac, towels, disposable clothes, rubber gloves, pipe wrench and snake and desenced into the indoor ersatz swimmin hole. At first it wasn't as bad as it couldve been. Her stuff was soaked and boxes were decomposing left and right, but I managed to get the Ohm Walsh F's, Epicure 201s' and Ohm Walsh 4's out of the drink before too much else happend. The previous sentence is why I posted this here...

I did all I could do to prepare the scene for the inevitable. I then proceeded to crack the drain to the sewer, and as you expect the proverbial hit the fan. I won't bore you with details about my 2 hours of struggle ankle deep in you know what... suffice it to say when I got the plug removed I found three of the unmentionable items looking at me. Imagine, if I was a rich man (might be song there) and had some B&W's, Revels, Dynaudio's or other high priced swag, waitin' in the basement for their turn in the sun?

Which begs the question, why don't women listen???? You tell em and tell em but they don't listen, but they say WE'RE THE DUMB ONES!!!

Da soiled and soggy Worfster