Not the mental health day I'd been planning to take

I took a day off work yesterday. It went something like this...

Monday night I came home to a bathroom sink full of mud, dirt and other things I'd rather not know what they were. Awesome. Then I quickly noticed that any time our upstairs neighbor ran his sink, ours filled with water (and more of the mud disgustingness). And we're not talking a dixie cup full of water. It was so much that Ryan spent Monday night and I spent Tuesday morning scooping water out of the sink (with a used Starbucks cup) into a bucket and throwing it down the drain in the courtyard of our building. I hope Al Gore doesn't read my blog.

Now, a lot of other things happened between Monday night and Tuesday at 2pm when the plumber came, but I'll spare you the details. Except one, as the great flood was happening Tuesday morning and I was home alone with God knows what coming out of our sink, I ran up to get the neighbor to stop running his sink. He finally answered the door, all disheveled, in a robe that wasn't tied tight enough (EWW) and claims that the water we've heard isn't his sink. We've lived here 5 years, we know the sound of his water. Then the liar proceeds to say that he hasn't used his sink in the past 12 hours - he's only used his toilet! Confirmation, he's a "non-washer". YUCK. No wonder why he's weird, 60, lives alone and his family disowned him.

So yada, yada, plumber finally came, I saw his crack, he snaked the drain, sink got fixed. And then I spent the night cleaning the bathroom. I used so many different cleaning supplies on all the surfaces - everything was shinny this morning. I would eat off the floor except that the chemicals would seep into the food and slowly poison me. Otherwise, you totally could.