I. am. not. my. father..... (or a plumber either)

Mom: "Would you please get the plunger and work on the kitchen drain?"

Me: "Uh... don't you remember what happened last time I did a plunger thing?" (link)

Mom: "Well, I brought it in, so maybe later."

(I always do stuff she suggests. I think I won't... but I do. So at 11:20 a full three hours after she went to bed, I began my "plunge" into the dark side of home repair. I plunged, I boiled water; I dipped water; I removed pieces of goo and clog; I stopped up the other side that DID drain. THEN I "googled" it on Wikihow. Oh... mix equal parts of baking soda and vinegar. Yeah.. That was fun, but nada, zip, zilch. Boiling water. Okay. That made more to dip. By this time I had seven huge tupperware bowls of water and sludge. Finally... I decided to remove the trap/hookie thing under the sink. Wikihow said it could be done "easily and often with the bare hand." Uh... it can be partially removed easily with bare hands. The boiling water sizzled and spurted out of it... I finally couldn't re-attach it. I played out the morning's conversation and didn't much like the way it sounded in my head. Um.. yeah, I called my son at 2:45, and he just went home at 3:57. He gave up, too, but he did reattach the trap/crook thingie and tell me I'm checked off of Wikihow... No, really? I left Mom a note that said:

"Call the plumber." So, sorry... no "pink Saturday" post for me... But I'll spare you what color my post could be.... haahahahahaha....