I need some cheering up after yet another sewage backup (the fourth in a year, the second in ten days). Cleaning up puke and sewage within a six-hour span? What did I do to provoke such karma?!?
The city workers who came out tonight promised to dig up the street in search of the problem, and they went so far as to spray-paint a big fat X where the pavement will be breached. I'm hopeful that they'll find the problem. In the meantime, the water has receded and the house reeks blessedly of bleach. I'd trade in for a new epidermis if possible, after that cleaning job, but I'll settle for smelling like a mix of mango body wash and Chanel No. 5. Oh, and the methane appears to have blasted my sinuses clear. I wouldn't recommend it as a remedy; try saline first.
Anyway, back to cheering up. While home sick from school this week, my kids have been enjoying DVDs of the old Muppet Show. This was their new favorite today: a wacky vegetable chorus from an episode hosted by (a now very young) Steve Martin: