I just mentioned to Alex how terribly constipated I am today (since the bowel surgery, it's common--my life is a delicate balance between Benefiber, enemas, and Lomotil). He immediately responded, "Oh, hey, I got something for you," turned around, and came back with THIS: Thank, you, dear, for your concern, but, um aside from the horror of the idea of a home colonoscopy, THAT THING HAS SPIKES. Ha, ha, good one, Darling. If you do visit the "Zip-It Clean" drain cleaner website, from the link above, please do click on the "Best Clog Ever" page. I can't stop shuddering. The reason Alex bought the thing is that our bathroom sink has been stopped up, and, well...that shouldn't be. So we rightly assumed that Bella must be shoving stuff down there. So far we (and as usual in situations like this, by "we" I mean, "Alex") have recovered: cotton balls, macaroni, an adult-size toothbrush, and a mechanical pencil. That's my girl.
In other news, we're experiencing some tornadic activity in the state (is it wrong to so enjoy a word that means something so terrible? Tornadic), and flash flood watches, so we're hunkering down. I'm very shallow, because my biggest concern right now is that it will storm here badly enough that the satellites for both our modem and our DirecTV go out. I am a woman of depth, no?
I'm going to try to accomplish something visible now, because my lollygagging is still equal to Alex's actual WORKING. Oops. Have I mentioned that he's a GIFT FROM GOD?