The plumber cometh...

Of course, it wouldn't be a weekend in this house if we didn't have some sort of plumbing emergency. According to M, this plumber had a butt crack that would make the San Andreas Fault jealous... I managed to avoid him, and didn't go near the basement until the crap was cleaned up. This week's culprit: dental floss and (again) wipes. I suppose it could be worse. They could have tried to flush Fiona down the toilet.