SWA
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Ok, now that you’ve sprayed your screen with your morning coffee/juice/cocoa/soda (whatever get’s your motor running in the morning)…go get a paper towel and clean it up.
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Hey now, I’m serious ya’ll, I have never in my life ever heard hide nor hair of ANYTHING like this…but it’s TRUE!
Sad as it is (and EXTREMELY EMBARRASSING)…my brand spanking new house FARTS!
I swear, honest to goodness!!!
HELP?????
I’ve been struggling for days and days now with “how do I†ask for help with something like this? I mean, I can’t just come out and say…MY HOUSE FARTS, can I? Well, I tried and tried to come up with a less “blunt†type word, but there just ain’t no other way to even begin to plea for help, but plain out, make no beans about it, that it FARTS! No need to be “lady likeâ€, cause it just doesn’t cut the mustard with trying to say and ask for advice.
I mean, I’m all for kicking back and letting it all go kinda “country living†and all…but…WHEW DOGGIE!!!!! This house is doing it wayyyy above and beyond mear hillbilly hick manners!!!
I mean to tell ya, just as an unexpected whiff hits ya….PEEEEE YUUUUUU!!!!!
Now, how on earth can a brand new building be so filled with methane, is beyond me. The first couple nights, and so far…it’s only at night for some reason, (oh, and first thing in the morning too), hubby and I would just roll over and look at each other awful funny, and think…â€whew, what’d we have for supper anyhow???â€
Then, of course, after the first couple days of this we got to talking and came to the “mutual understanding†that “it wasn’t usâ€. <Whew…escaped a major potential medical intervention THERE!!!â€>
So…then, we began to suspect the only other prospects we could imagine….well, I did anyhow. I mean…no waaay could it be my little Rexy-Pooh, nu-uh!!!! So, in “my†opinion, there was only one other possible culprit. HUBBY’s little poochie!
I mean, yeah his name is “Waylonâ€â€¦well, “wasâ€. He does however, quite eagerly and without hesitation, “nowâ€, answer to the name “HINKYâ€. A name well earned I might add! Back when we lived in Maine, the poor thing was nailed dead on by a skunk!
Well, for the longest time, he was so rank, that “Stinky†was all that could ever come to mind when reference was made to him for anything. To call him to get him to come for a bath…â€Stinky†was on the tips of my tongue, that’s for sure.
Hubby, however, never had the heart to ever call him that. So, he compromised the obvious and managed to ever so fondly call him, “Hinkyâ€. Well….just like the aroma of peppy le-pew’s finest, that name pretty much STUCK, ever since. Thankfully, though the fragrance eventually dissipated.
As time went on though, “Hinkyâ€, like the rest of us, put on some years…and inches around the belly. And well…after meals…he does send off, um, “aromas†if you will. So, “Waylon†has long since vaporized from the memory banks of identity for this one.
Anyways….it seemed to make sense that Hinky was the culprit here. Or so we thought…uh, well, “I†did anyhow, hubby has yet to admit to the notions “verballyâ€. But, I know he sure was THINKING on it! Anyways, so then we, ok half-heartedly, concluded that we have to start this boy on a strictly regulated diet, pronto!
In the mean time, every single night….the spirradic whiff of the vapors would stand us up right of our slumbers!
Another week or two goes by, and Hinky is starting to at least look a little more “fitâ€, but BOY HOWDY!!!! Those nightly episodes are by no means dwindling and beginning to really cut into our much needed sleep time just to function everyday!
Well, by now we got to thinking…ok, this boy needs to go to the vet, something fierce!
Hubby still not quite ready to admit that Hinky could quite possibly be very astutely making up for long over duly living up to his nickname.
Willing to give him the benefit of the doubt…we decided to give it another couple days. Ok…that lasted just one more night, then I had to put my foot down. Poor Hinky was reluctantly banished to the kitchen for bed time, at least till after the previously passed Thanksgiving holiday. Then, we would make that appointment for sure!
We went back an forth on whether or not to let Hinky “indulge†over the holiday, and decided we better not tempt fate. So poor Hinky stuck to his diet plan. No table scraps for a while yet.
Well, lo and behold….the next couple nights….it was either seeping through the walls and under the door crack to our room, as if it was a fragrant foggy drift from the kitchen like a fresh baked pumpkin pie! Only, this was definitely NO pumpkin pie! This was HINKY all over the place!!!!
OH…..MY…..GOSH!!!!!!!
Well, Hubby had enough too, and stands up and declares a new suspect. The nerve! His suspicions ever glaring toward my sweet little Rexy-Pooh! Nuh-uh, says I!!!!! No way!!! I quickly grabbed up my little snuggle muffin in a big ol bear hug, and dared hubby to even IMPLY, as I bravely sucked in a sweet wiff of yummy green apple shampoo! NOPE, NO SIRREE BUB! It ain’t him, for sure!!!!
Well, now, all wide eyed and awake…again…I decided to go get a drink of water.
HOLY MACKERAL!!!! As I walked into the bathroom and stood over the sink to grab a little paper Dixie-cup, it smacked me upside the head like a true V-8 kinda moment!
The whiff of WHEWIE-WHO-DUNNIT was billowing like a thick cloud of plug yer nose now, or I’m gonna fill it kinda WHEEEEEEEEEWWWEEEEEEEE!!!
Ok, now that I’m all cross-eyed and dizzy, and feeling like SUCH A DOOFUS, I slump over and give poor Hinky an ever so remorseful apologetic hug, and invite him back to his doggie plush while I go make the rounds at every sink and tub drain in the house!
BINGO!!!!
It’s the daggum PLUMBING DRAINS. My HOUSE is the culprit! All the sink and tub drains seem to some how intermittently pass these putrid awful “puffsâ€. It’s not the toilets, nor the faucets where the water comes “outâ€. (I think.) Just the drains where the water goes down.
So, there ya have it. My house FARTS! I tell ya, I’m so dawgone PLUM-TARD from lack of decent sleep the past few weeks, all I wanna do is fill up my nice new “REAL†tub, for a relaxing CALGON DAY….but, SHEESH!
I’m scared to death to even consider that for right now. I mean, what if I was to fill that thing up with water…and let it all accumulate with the drain stopper holding it all in…and then even DARE to pull that plug so’s it’ll it all drain out in such quantity???
Well, that has me so scared that it might cause a catastrophic volcanic eruption of WHEEEWEEEE HELLO NEIGHBORS, or something!!!
What on earth did we tap into when we had our well put in? Who do we call for something like this??? How on earth can I call a plumber and ask him to investigate WHY MY HOUSE FARTS?????
What could EVER be the “Plumber’s Bill†for something like that???? I fear the worst…please help???
Sincerely,
Tanya - The DOOFUS Gasping for AIR!
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