Day 144: So we are in the kitchen eating breakfast and I look at Heather and make a stupid statement... Well looks like I'm going to be cleaning out the sewer in the basement today. She looked at me oddly, Um... what's wrong with the sewer? Well I figure it's a holiday weekend and none of the appliances have crapped out on us yet (it's chronic, something goes wrong every holiday weekend since before we were ever together)... So I just assumed that would be what goes wrong today. There must actually be something to psychic powers and I have them... 5 minutes later the sump pump kicked in and pumped the water into sewer, which promptly spewed out the drain and across the floor in the basement. So I went down, turned off the breaker to the sump pump and proceeded to clean out the line. I told everyone not to use the toilet. Frankly it would be more predictable and less messy if they just came down and shit in my hand while I was working. So I'm working and hear 'flush' - Oops Sorry! Then Lawson head into the bathroom 4 minutes later and is told specifically not to flush the toilet... but 'flush' - FUCKING WONDERFUL... so I walk up and put some stuff in the garbage... Heather asks, 'What's that?' - It's a log of shit, BTW Thanks, I appreciated that... So it was a shitty day.