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Fucking Bullshit

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My toilets are not working and the showers and baths are acting like Regan from the exorcist. I had the sewer guy come out. He pumped the septic tank, but let me know water is gushing from one of the toilets under the house. I've called my plumber and he's trying to get someone here to fix it. Meanwhile, Purry pee'd on my clothes on my bed. I bought the washer and dryer, but they won't arrive until Sunday and it wouldn't matter anyways, because we can't use the water in the house. If the plumbers don't show up here today, I am taking the kids to a hotel. I am exhausted. Mrs. Hamry, the school band leader called last night. She had a band of 40 girls from Japan and no trombone players. She asked if Joe would like to help out. They are performing at Disneyland over the next few days. Joe said he'd try. He got there this morning, started warming up, but then decided he just couldn't do it. He felt guilty and I just felt so bad for him because it sounded like such a fun deal. I hate his illness. I fucking hate it. It makes him miss stuff he loves. It's not okay, it's not. I took him to Petco and we bought a bunch of toys for the kittens. He's doing better now. I am done in. The plumber is coming over, now. Hopefully he can fix the damn toilets.

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