I Feel like I'm caught in a sitcom.
Why??
Because I thought only sitcom episodes had those scenes where the hubbies resist their wives efforts to call the plumber to fix a broken pipe.
In my case, my hubby insists that he will be able to unclog the toilet which has been broken since Sunday. So in the meantime, me and my preggers self must walk down the stairs for my twice nightly bladder release...
Yesterday.
Me: Can I call the plumber NOW??? This is getting ridiculous.
Trinihubby: Not yet. I'm still working on it, IT'S GETTING BETTER.
GETTING BETTER?!?!? HUH??!!??
DOES THE TOILET HAVE AN EAR INFECTION THAT'S CLEARING UP???
DOES THE TOILET HAVE AN EAR INFECTION THAT'S CLEARING UP???
I'm declaring Martial law and calling the plumber today before we have to pay Holiday season mark up prices!
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