When Your Toilet Gets Clogged

27 06 2007


OK fine.  I ADMIT it.  I flushed a *few* paper towels down the toilet.

I was cleaning it at the time.

Anyways, long story short – the toilet clogged and over flowed.

We needed a solution FAST that didn’t include phoning out one of those truly expensive all-night plumbers.

We Googled it.

  1. Empty out as much water from the bowl as you can
  2. Poor a half cup of (good quality) liquid dish soap.  Let it sit for 10-15 minutes
  3. Boil a large kettle or pot of water
  4. Poor the boiling water into the bowl.  Let sit another 10-15 minutes.
  5. Plunge as usual
  6. Flush and VOILA.  The clog will be gone.

As a side note, do not put ‘Liquid Plumber’ into toilets.  It says so right on the package, but last night when I made the run for dish soap I bought a bottle, just in case.  I didn’t read it until I got home (who reads labels anyways. . .  . 😉

Sicky Poo!

16 06 2007

Disclaimer : If you don’t like poop stories, move on 😀


I have two sick babies in my house today.

Colin has congestion and a cold. Most likely brought on by going in and out of air conditioned office to non-climate controlled environments all week. We were supposed to have Geoff from Ottawa up this weekend for a bike ride and bbq. We phoned him early this morning to tell him not to make the drive, besides Colin feeling like crap, Manny crapped himself all over the house this morning.

The kitty squirts happened once before with Manny, after he ate some garbage. Besides scaring the shit out of him (pun intended), and feeling physically bad, he feels like he has been bad kitty for not using the litter. Now, granted, it would have made clean up much easier had he used the litter, but I wasn’t mad at him. I just want him to feel better.

Those that have met little Manny know what a purrrrrrr machine he is. He wasn’t making any noise, except for some panting.

My poor little baby.

I put him in the bathroom to clean up the mess, after I got everything sorted I went into the bathroom to clean him up. Then it happened. . . . . again. (AGAIN!!!!!!)

He started to fart, and little juicy streaks of liquid poop shot out of his butt. Every time he farted, it scared him and he ran around the bathroom, leaving little wet puddle bombs.

After another clean up, a bath, and some serious cuddling, Manny is pretty much back to himself. He is sitting with me now, damp and shivering, covered with a towel purrrrring.

What a crappy day. Literately