This morning our landlords knocked on the door to inform me that the plumber was coming to fix the clog in my shower drain. I was ok with it, because I was tired of standing in water while I showered. Eventually Abby and I heard the man hitting the marble with a sledgehammer. Needless to say it was a peaceful Sunday morning until then. At first I was scared to look in my bathroom b/c I didn't want to know what he was doing then I was dreading it b/c I knew it was going to smell like sweaty man. Well it smelt like sweaty and smokey men by the end of the day. At one point I had four men working in there. The thing that really confuses me about the repair is where does the dirt come from? I live on the second floor...the ground isn't below me. I don't understand how you knock a hole in the second floor of an apartment and find dirt.
I wish I could say my bathroom is fixed but it's not. It still looks like it does in the pictures above. Abby's family arrived a few hours ago. She's totally pumped. They are great and fun people, so its going to be great. Now even greater since we'll all be sharing the same bathroom!
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