Genius.

There are reasons Dave married me.  Mostly because I am totally awesome. 

It has kind of been one of those weeks at our house.  You know the ones.

We managed to somehow get a laundry cap stuck in the floor drain and it was um impeding the flow of water from the washer into the drain.  By impeding I mean shooting water all over the basement floor while Dave looked on totally flabbergasted.  No, I have no idea how it happened, but in this house I am not surprised.

He stuck his hand in there and had zero luck pulling the cap out.  He stuck the snake in there to see how far in the blockage was… at that point he wasn’t sure if it was a detergent lid or a tennis ball that Monty enjoys watching bounce down the stairs.  He was pretty sure that he would have to rip out the gorgeous pipe work that he did several months ago and start over OR call in Roto Rooter to retrieve the offending object.

“D, what about sticking the shop vac in there and seeing if it sucks it out?”  Downstairs he and his little assistant went.

*Insert shop vac noises coming from the basement and little footsteps on the stairs.*

“Mommy, Daddy said you are a genius.” 

And ok ok, it came through a four year old intermediary, but I think the sentiment is just as sweet.  Maybe he’ll keep me around?