As I type this post, I hear the constant noise of a carpet fan drying my basement carpet.
My house smells like mildew and must and all I want is for it to go away. This whole big mess, which I will now title The Great Flood of 2010, all began on Tuesday when the basement toilet started overflowing. Luckily I was in my room when I started to hear the overflow of water. I bolted upstairs for the one toilet plunger in my house and immediately called my dad to find out what to do. He instructed me how to turn off the water to the toilet. Done. That was easy.
However, then he told me to lift off the top of the toilet to start diagnosing the problem and it was then that I knew I was over my head. And then I remembered something. Something so important that I almost didn't care that all my nice towels were being ruined because they were on the floor trying to stop the water from entering the hallway. Justin was coming over, and for those that don't know me, Justin is my boyfriend and the fact that I am actually typing that out on this blog is kind of a big deal. I don't blog about dating unless it's a hysterical story and I am no longer going to see said date again. Blogging about boyfriends to me means one of two things; 1) people will start asking a billion questions about our relationship and I won't want to answer any of them or 2) I'll jinx my relationship and we'll break up next week.
I hope neither of those happen because of this post.
Anyway, back to the story. Justin has mentioned to me numerous times that he is "handy". And by handy I don't mean "handsy", I mean handy and that he can actually fix things. As much as I like to tout that I don't need a man, I actually do. And so when he told me this, I said to him, "One day I'll test this. And our relationship will hang in the balance." I think he kind of believed me when I told him that, too. He's a smart man.
So as my dad is trying to tell me to lift the "bubble thing" and check the drain I hear the doorbell ring. I interrupt him and say, "Justin's here. And he tells me he is handy. This is his test, Dad. Pray that he passes and can fix my toilet. Otherwise, we're in trouble."
And low and behold, he passed the test. With flying colors. For when we realized that it wasn't just the toilet that was the problem, but the main drain line to our house that was clogged, he spent the next 1.5 hours helping me clean up the mess that had happened in our entire basement. And then he took me to McDonalds for ice cream.
Truly a man after my own heart.