1. Dermatological exams are surprisingly thorough.
2. And for a surprising reason--3% of all melanomas occur in the
"gluteal crease." Meaning that you can get skin cancer where the
sun don't shine. Bummer. In a manner of speaking.
3. I have a mole--normal looking, apparently--in my
bum-crack. Be sure to work that in if anyone ever asks you to
describe me. "Blondish. Mediumish hair. Mediumish
build. Mediumish height. Mole in her crack."
4. You really shouldn't go a decade or so without pumping out
your septic. WE'VE only lived here two years, so it isn't our
fault. We noticed that the ground around the septic was
sinking. Our neighbors informed us that this is Bad. We
were not at all surprised given our track record with this house.
Go to fix a wire--20K worth of rewiring. Poke the porch and the
wood crumbles. Drill a hole in the wall and demons fly out.
So we had the septic guy out. His truck is a bright happy blue
and has a drawing of a toilet with flowers in the bowl (okay--is it
lawn art? 'cause, shouldn't proper septic care keep you from
having plant-growing matter in your toilet?) and it says "Du-Du
Truk." I swear to you.
He was incredibly bummed that Steve wasn't home. He was all
primed to teach him about septic systems ("Yeah, I guess I was asking a
lot of questions." Thanks. I couldn't even doodle while he
nattered on). "He shouldn't have left you to deal with this
stuff. Now I'll have to try to tell you." He said that
"try" like wimmin fo'k can't quite handle that sort of
information. Either too stupid or too delicate. Maybe
both. "I'll just tell you and then you can give him the
poop." I swear he said that. And I said (of course),
"Aren't you going to take that with you?" And he doesn't seem to
know what to say. Am I serious? Maybe I AM concerned that
he'll just pump it all out and leave it with us to do with what we
will....was it one of them joke thingies? "Oh, I'll take
that...heh heh...Um, I wasn't gonna call it that. But if that's
what you wanna call it." After that, when telling me all the
FACINATING ins and outs of septic systems
(ours is a Babylon. He was relieved. So to speak) he
switched from referring to "waste water" to calling it "poop." I
shit you not. As it were. "Well, the poop goes down this
tube here..." Meanwhile, my macaroni is over cooking and I know I
can't ask Julianna to turn off the burners b/c the fire panics
her. I finally escaped with a handout (yes! A
handout! Thank god there wasn't a power point presentation).
Later, he honked the horn to tell me he was done. I went out and
he said, "Do you want the bad news or the good news?" Ah, lordy,
with this house we are SO used to bad news. Just lay it on me.
"Well, if you don't want to have to pump every year, you've got to stop
flushing man things and woman things down." I was all "Okay dude,
what do I owe?" But I was thinking, "Man things? Woman
things?" Footballs and nail polish? Girlie mags and hair
dryers? Neckties and heels? So, okay, I can get that he
means tampons...but the other? Is it condoms? Neither of
which are really a problem from our house's current residents, but
still. He claimed there was a "thick mattress" of semi-solid
stuff. Nice image. Thanks. Good news is nothing is
wrong with the tank. The sinking is because of the dirt between
the tank and the walls of the hole dug to sink the tank settling.
Shouldn't get any worse. So I shouldn't have to talk to septic
guy (who continued to express his belief that I shouldn't have been
left to deal with this. Dude, I have 3 kids and an incontinent
dog. This is a BREAK) for another 2 or 3 years. If I can avoid
flushing woman things.
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BAHAHAHA -- thick mattress of semi-solid stuff! Did ya call him Bubba and see his butt crack too?
Good God.. After I stop laughin I'll remember to be grateful that I have city sewer and needn't worry about septic systems.
Since items 1 through 3 were all about your tuchus, when I got to item 4 I read "you really shouldn't go a decade or so without pumping out your septic" with a completely different meaning. You might want to hold on to that sentence for when/if you ever do get a colonic.
Ok, I adored the segue from your butt to the septic system as well. Nicely done! And I'm so glad you were able to translate your way through all those technical septic system terms. "man things and woman things" <snort>
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