logged toilets

So, I'm checking my fantasy baseball team at my computer last night and I hear Nolan yelling frantically from upstairs, in tears, something about the toilet. It doesn't sound good so I run up and find water pouring out of the toilet onto the floor. Great. I easily get it un-clogged and start working on cleaning up the mess at which time I think, "boy, I wish Heather was up here." Fortunately for her, she was out watering flowers at the time. But then she gets enough messes to deal with when I'm not around. Well, we soon discover that it actually wasn't Nolan's fault, it was Emma. It had clogged on her earlier and she didn't tell anyone because she didn't want to get in trouble. So, guess who helped dad clean up the mess!


Later Nolan was talking about how he wanted a brother (meaning Alex-his older brother) when he was a baby. Don't think he understands the concept but anyway, Heather asked if he wanted a sister. He said, "Yeah but not one who 'logs' the toilet."

Fun times.

Perfect Storm

You know how when multiple things collide and the "perfect storm" is created. It's that way for me with all the construction going on in West Lafayette. The off ramp from I-65 to 43 is closed so I can't go to work that way. They have one lane blocked off on US-52 part way between US-231 and Purdue campus making it longer to go either to or from work on that road which is what I usually take to get there. On top of that, they're working on the parking garage and have half of it blocked off making it difficult to maneuver in there and they are doing HVAC work in our office so we are temporarily set up in a room on the second floor of our building. Sometimes I really envy my Dad's commute...a five minute walk from his house to downtown. This is one of those times.