Sometimes you have to bring out the big guns. It is never pretty when that is necessary.
As I mentioned in my very first post (golf clap, thank you) - strange things just seem to happen. So last night I had just finished my evening's entertainment which consisted of my usual repertoire ... a movie. After it ended I decided it was time for bed. As such, I headed down the hall to the bedroom. As I was directly across from the open door of my guest bathroom I heard the sound of running water. I never use this bathroom so I found that odd. As I turned on the light, to my horror, I could hear my upstairs neighbor flushing (I live in a condo) and the vent directly over my guest toilet and under hers, suddenly rush with water. I guess this had been happening for a bit, but the successive flushing this evening (I don't even WANT to know what was going on up there in HER bathroom) had caused a cumulative effect of ... uhmm ... yellow-brownish water. I am not saying what your automatically thinking is what it was, but whatever it was, it reeked and it was gross.
So guess who had to clean everything up last night? One hint: Not my upstairs neighbor. Another hint: Not my cats.
Anyway, if i had a gratitude journal like Mama O says you should, it would say one thing in today's entry: "Man, I love those rubber gloves."