I'm sure this will not be the first time I tell you that it is out to drive my husbando and I straight to the loony bin.
Around 6pm tonight the husbando and my stepfather were on the floor of our front room closet trying to dismantle the tub in an effort to force it to drain. You know, that thing the tub is supposed to do so that you don't have to stand in 6 inches of water from someone else's shower.
So what did I do?
I cooked of course, that's what I do when things get tense, I cook, or sew, or do something not at all related to fixing the problem, because it makes me feel better.
Best remedy ever? Tartar sauce.
1 part mayo, 1 part sour cream, a squeeze of lemon juice and about a tablespoon of capers.
I chose to have it with fish, my daughter chose to dip her fingers in it and just eat it solo.