Our bathroom hates me

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So, remember this post?  The one where I discussed our toilet shooting out poop water?  Well, it has sorta  happened again...but, fortunately, it wasn't poop water this time although it did kinda look like it.

Monday, we had an old water tank disintegrate and spill onto our bathroom floor from the ceiling.  A water tank that was so old and rotten,it basically fell apart.  And with this falling apart came a flood of brown water all over our bathroom floor.  Now, we knew it was coming because we had some fellas here doing other water related work that just happened to find the faulty tank, so we were able to get our new goods and my scrumptious new shower curtain outta harm's way, but it leaves me thinking...does the bathroom here really hate me?  I mean, there is no other explanation, right?  Barry has lived in this flat for YEARS and nothing like this has ever happened to him and I've been here for five weeks and we've already had a poop water incident AND a rotten brown water incident! So why does it happen after I get here and make it all pretty in purple? You can read more about the pretty in purple thing here.

Perhaps the bathroom doesn't like all the new changes I've put it through.  Maybe it doesn't like the color purple, although, I can't think of why anyone or anything would NOT like purple?  It's awesome. 

Now, the super shitty part about this, aside from the fact that I have to once again clean the bathroom from top to bottom to eradicate the brown, rotten water stains that have set up camp all over the floor, walls, ceiling and even our towels, is that because the tank leaked through the bathroom roof,it has fried our bathroom light!  So, that means until we get that fixed, at night, we have to use the bathroom by way of candlelight or a flashlight (or a torch as the Irish would say).  Which means I have no light when it comes time to pluck away my black chin hair stare at my beautiful reflection.

Oh, but the bathroom won't win...oh no!  I will come out on top and I will show the bathroom who's boss 'round these parts because tomorrow, I'm going to Pound Stretchers and I am going to buy more purple stuff including a purple toilet brush and toilet seat.  Ha!  I'll show you bathroom! 

On another note, I have to say thanks to Rachel over at The Mean Girl Diaries for her rave review of my book!  Thanks, Rachel!  Go check out her blog...she's a funny gal!

Oh yeah, and I did it again with the language barrier thing.  Check out this post or this one for other language slip ups.  I told someone the other day that they "cracked me up," which Americans would take to mean as you make me laugh.  Here, however when someone says cracked me up, it means that they've made you angry!!  Ooops!  I certainly didn't mean to say that!  I think I need a slang dictionary so I don't offend anyone.  

Poop and cats

Yep, that's what's on my mind right now.  Poop and cats. 

Why poop?  Well, because the pipes in our nearly 150 year old building (estimate) that Barry and I live in clogged something awful today and whoa, what a nightmare it was trying to unclog months or years of crap (literally) and other things that have clogged up the plumbing.  Well, I wasn't the one having to unclog the pipes.  Luckily, we had a plumber who did it and who in all honesty deserves a metal for what he endured and fixed today. 

What I did have to clean and fix however was the poop water that spilled onto our pristine bathroom floor which had managed to shoot up from our toilet outta nowhere. Insert gagging noise here. Don't worry, we were able to remove some of our newly purchased items which you can see here so they weren't ruined. 

So after an afternoon of plumbing unclogging or whatever and poop water cleaning, the flat is back to its pristine status once again...thankfully. 

So where does the cats part of the title come in?  Right here.  Because now, I'm going to cry about how much I miss my two furry punkin heads Charlie and Fox.  Apart from seeing them on Skype, courtesy of my brother, the cat whisperer, I haven't seen or petted or heard their sweet purrs in two weeks and four days!  And, it will be another several weeks until I return to the States to pick them up to bring them back to Ireland with me.  I wuv u Charlie and Fox!

Luckily the cat whisperer is staying with them and making sure all their feline needs are met down to snuggles, treats and of course...poop scooping duties.

That's Charlie on the left and Fox on the right.