plunger woman

I started early today and didn't stop until i had a shot of old crow with travis from widmer at 6. lots happening-- customer on stop--stressful conversation-- new customers opening order—driving driving driving, a house that is tore up...
I got a call from Janelle today and she said jack got in trouble today. hes now 9 months and has found his crowl. she told him no because he was sticking somthing in the light sockets. thats my "Thunder." My dad while looking at a picture of Jack and Dane sitting together said " hey look, its thunder and lightning-- Jack with his over size bod and deap voice being thunder. I have kinda taking to calling him TUNDER-- it kinda fits. anyway Janelle told him No! and slapped his hand. Well dilly seemed to really enjoy this. Someone else was finally being punished instead of her—Better yet it was her “perfect little brother. She was grinning from ear to ear and started on the discipline saying “no Jack! No Jack!” Janelle had to cover her giggles when she let dilly down letting her know that only momma punishes Jack. Jack has arrived – he is now a human that has to endure the word no—while touching fire place and sticking fingers in light sockets and drinking out of toilets…

Speaking of toilets. Janelle is staying a few nights at the cabing on the salmon while the electrician wires in the upstairs of our house. I decide to join her for a nice evening of homemade soup, Alison Krause at one of my favorite places and let the stresses of a long day run off with the sounds of the river passing. With out getting in the details of how it all occurred the toilet was completely clogged and the #2 has been blended with the tp to a chocolate milk that is brim high. Janelle had taken a stab at it before I arrived. After dinner I went to tackle problem. Whoo! It was bad and once you stir it around a little bit it got much worse. I am plunged and plunged and only manage to lower the sludge level an in or two. As the level went down it would jostle the water more and more—I splashed my leg. All ready being a little frustrated that made me pop and I said a poopy word and went to the garage to see if I could find a better plunger. When I get back to the bathroom Janelle is at the plunger. She is down to her skivvy bottoms with a splash guard of a plastic bag over her face. She looked crazey—there is chocolate milk everywere-- But she did it, she unplugged the unpluggable… I’m so proud of her…