Swamped

This week I am totally buried under work. I have three papers due one after the other, and two large projects, for which nobody can get schedules aligned. It’s very frustrating. Today was a day, rare and beautiful, when I had nowhere specifically to be. My options were open that I might plan out my day however I saw fit, at least that is how it began...

There I was, getting myself together for a day filled with homework, when the universe saw fit that I should be swamped by more then just homework. I flushed my toilet, as is my costum once I have used it, but the contents did not disappear. Oh no, instead the toilet water rose toward me ominously. I threw the back lid off and halted the water. I waited for the water to settle down, plunged like no one’s business, and flushed again... to no avail. Again I waited, again I plunged, and again the water leered at me, ever closer to the edge.

Well, I left the bathroom a moment to formulate a new game plan and returned to discover the toilet was leaking out the back, turning my bathroom into, you guessed it, a swamp. I will relieve my weaker-stomached readers and assure all that it was just water... but toilet water! The stigma of toilet water is not lost on me, and it took great strength for me to stand in the bathroom in my panties and galoshes (thus keeping my pants and feet safe from harm) and battle valiantly with my plunger!

At long last the plunger and I met victory, and the bathroom was restored to it’s former pretty clean glory! Hoorah!