Allegedly someone just broke into my home, while we were all here (except Shannon), used my upstairs bathroom, plugged up the toilet, ran down to the downstairs bathroom closet and got the plunger (how did he know it was there?), ran back upstairs, unsuccessfully attempted to unplug the toilet, flushed a few times to check just in case, then disappeared.
I, of course, didn't see the culprit. I don't know how he made it out of the house without slipping on the icky poopy water on my kitchen floor, that had soaked through the upstairs bathroom floor, through the ceiling tiles, then dripped off of the kitchen table\ onto the floor.
No one else in the house has any idea how any of this happened, nor did they see any suspects.
I don't suppose any of you blog readers will be coming over any time soon to eat at our house.
"When the wicked are multiplied, transgression increases; but the righteous will see their fall." Proverbs 29:16
2 comments:
Oh my, I just gagged for you.
Wow.
Oh NOOOOOOOO! I hope the culprit doesn't break into my house too!
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