It's a Glamorous Life

Well, we changed our flights and came back to Chicago a day earlier than planned. I was still coughing my head off and cabin fever was setting in. I couldn't even go outside let alone ski as I started coughing so violently that people would pull their children in closer for fear of catching something fatal.  The Little Guy was pooped, the Man-Child was also developing bronchitis, and the Queenager discovered a homework crisis via Facebook.

I slept like a baby last night and I'm not sure if it was because I'm back at sea level (therefore able to breathe) or that the Ball & Chain is still in Colorado. (He has a "conference" there this week. Cough cough.)

I have spent the better part of today trying to unblock the world's most disgusting toilet. I almost vommed into it twice, and the whole event prompted me to issue dire consequences for a) "whoever" puts too much loo paper down the loo or b) doesn't bother to tell me about a blockage. The most cruel punishment will be reserved for any child who goes off to school or otherwise leaves it 12 hours to fess up to the crime.

Of course I blame these bloody low-flush toilets. They are mandatory in these parts and you can always tell who has them as there's usually an industrial plunger standing right next to it. I read a few years back that there was a whole smuggling ring bringing "normal" toilets down from Canada. Ones that actually contain a decent amount of water in the bowl to start with and that also have some force behind them when they flush. I'm sure however, that with all this green and eco living we're now doing, even Canada has gone low-flush???

Wait - didn't I start last year with a poop/loo topic? Some things never change.

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