So, Kate and I drove to Turk Lake the Friday afternoon of the 4th of July weekend. It's a great little spot and that's where her family's Cottage is located. Unfortunately, one of our friend decided that Saturday July 3rd was a great day to get married.
I guess while we were at the wedding, likely listening to the amazingly horrible DJ spin Mustang Sally, someone at my future in laws place clogged up the one and only toilet. It was repaired and order was restored, at least for the time being.
We get back Sunday and had a perfect lake afternoon. Many beers and unhealthy snacks were thrown down and a quality bags tournament was held.
Then, I had to go...so i did. It wouldn't flush. I plunged my 3 huge screamers w/ all I had but only managed to liquify a bunch of trouble. The toilet spilled onto the floor.... the blackest tea you ever saw w/ various people's floaters and fanny shrapnel. I had to ladle out all of it into a bucket sans gloves w/ an empty cool whip container. The bathroom was like 105 degrees and it is small. Adam, my future brother in law, and I then carried the sloshing hooper out to the yard so we could snake out the poo poo or dislodge a weekend's worth of hell spackle.
I am just proud I never threw up. I feel like I can do anything now. Diapers will have nothing on this.
