The bathtub drain was clogged. It didn't take a genius to figure out that it was probably my hair that was causing this issue, you know because of the six pounds of hair I shed each day. In the shower.
Liquid Draino did not do the trick so Jeff unscrewed the plug and started digging around in there with a hanger. Have you ever seen your own hair after it's been sitting in a bathtub drain? It's not something I recommend.
Suddenly, he starts pulling up a long blue strip of something that looked like plastic. I start inwardly panicking and trying to mentally tab all of the things I'd eaten in the bathtub lately. I eat in the bathtub. I know it's weird. I'm going through my list: a box of nerds, a couple of cadbury eggs and trying to come up with a good excuse as to how my bathtub snack has worked it's way into the tub when the last of the blue emerges from the drain.
"What is that?" I ask, wondering if it could possibly be the wrapper from that Hershey bar I had the other night.
Jeff eyes it cautiously before declaring it painter's tape. Painter's tape! I have never painted this bathroom! This is not any of my late night bubble bath sweet tooth remnants! This is not on me at all!
I had almost a sick amount of joy over the fact that something in our house was broken and this time, this time it was not my fault.
