Black Lagoon.

I tried to tell my mom last evening that something weird was going on with the tub, but would she pay attention? No, she found out when she went to take care of the catbox. She couldn't imagine what had happened. But she had to clean it out, which took about a squillion hours.

Then she saw her shower. This was even worse! We don't usually get to go into her bathroom but she was so excited we had to check it out. P-U, it smelled like a swamp! I told her, "Mom, the drains blew up! The drains just blew up! That's what I was trying to tell you! And it wasn't even my fault!"

Well, the whole thing was pretty gross and icky. And Mom wasn't thrilled about staying up real late to scour things out. I was just glad that at least it wasn't the toilets! In fact, we found out that there was hardly any water in the toilets at all. It was like a WEIRD AND GIANT LOW PRESSURE WEATHER MONSTER OR SOMETHING, SUCKING THE LIFE OUT OF OUR BATHROOMS!

Then about six minutes after we finally got to bed, the thunder and lightning and RAIN started again. So see? I was right. It was a weather monster.

Poor Mom. I don't know how she can get through the day without taking a squillion naps under normal circumstances. But today, after four hours of sleep? Eeeek! I would've been all zzzzzzzzzz at the hunting place.