From Your Bowels To My Front Yard

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Why oh why do I feel compelled to look under the lid of the septic? I should have learned my lesson the last time it was pumped. But no, I had to stand around and watch the whole process again. And by the time the nice young man with the brown stains on his jeans had just about vacuumed it dry and refilled it with water for a second pumping, I was almost dry heaving on the lawn.

And the whole time I kept thinking, what if I drop something in there that needs to be retrieved? What if I tripped and fell into Lake Poopiecaca? Is that stench really not the septic at all and actually the result of my not having showered yet?

Comments

Tara said…
Step. Away. From. The. Septic. Tank.
October 5, 2014 at 6:50 PM
Anonymous said…
I think I would have trusted him to "doo" his job :)
October 8, 2014 at 7:45 AM
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