The tub was draining really slowly this morning.
I tried plunging, but it didn't seem to help.
My next idea was to get a pair of long tweezers and reach down in there to see if I could find anything obstructing the drain.
You wouldn't believe the stuff I started pulling out of there. Mounds and mounds of wet hair coagulated with slimy gray gunk.
All in all, it was quite a satisfying job to do.
I wonder why that is?
Why is it so much fun to clean out the air vents when there are giant globs of dust behind the vent openings?
Why is it so entertaining to collect tumbleweed sized balls of dog hair from under the desk?
Why is it so darn exciting to use a yardstick to sweep out petrified grapes and rusted safety pins from under the fridge?
Why is it so cool to open the computer hard drive and scoop out all the balls of dust that collect in there?
Life is full of varied pleasures, but these are certainly among the oddest.
(Please note: My house honestly doesn't look as dirty as it sounds! At least, not usually.)
