Until Tom went into the cellar and came back up to say 'I think the sewer has been backing up'. At first he thought the floor was damp from melting snow (we would not be surprised to learn that the walls or floor seeped). But then he saw corn kernels near the drain. Yah. Corn kernels don't seep through walls. They come back up the drain hole from the sewer. Ever wonder why they don't digest? Nevermind, that's another post...
I learned very quickly that even though the yellow pages ad might read '24 hour service', out in the country that means 'well it's gettin' kinda late dar and I haven't had supper so can ya wait til da mornin?' Sure. I can wait. I'll just pee in the yard. (Well, not really. I pee'd in a pop bottle all night, hehehe.)
The Turd men arrived bright and early the next day and got to work. We were scared that they would tell us our line was busted. I had visions of dirty, loud and heavy equipment ripping up my front yard and thousands of dollars leaving my checkbook. And then when he yelled up 'You better get the city out here - I can't get through to the main sewer line', I thought my nightmare was about to become a shitty reality. Just as I was explaining the situation to a city official, he says 'NEVERMIND! We made it through'. Hurray!!! Hurray!!!!
So we dodged the major repair, but then we had to tackle the major cleanup. Though the course of the water jetting or roto-rooting or whatever its called, there was an inch of raw sewage in the cellar. It was the most disgusting cleaning job I have ever done. But I couldn't resist the joke in it all and after we were done I said to Tom:
Well babe, we've really been through some shit together now.
Hardy har har I crack myself up ;)