Crap.

Today's Cereal: Corn Chex

Our sewer is backed up again, and I had to call the swell guys at Remarkable Rooter. This happens at least once a year, frequently twice. I swear I moved straight into the Money Pit-- Except that I'm not sleeping with Tom Hanks. What is with my retarded house? First the furnace, now this. Nothing like the smell of raw sewage that has come up in your shower! Hot diggedy!