Seriously?

OK, so that was no fun at all. Or rather "continues to be" no fun (I'm still mid-dealing-with it; there are a ton of fans running in our basement, I've only just begun the claims process to try to get back some of the money we've lost on this, and there are some items - vacuum, baby stuff - I'll need to run out and replace before I can get on my flight).

I honestly wasn't even going to write about this, both because it's kind of gross and I wasn't sure anyone would be in the mood to read about broken sewer pipes over their morning coffee, and because it's getting sort of embarrassing, the amount of commotion that my life has involved lately (website hackings! fights with enormous national corporations! last-minute cross-country moves! anxiety!). I'm starting to worry that I sound like one of those people who manufacture their own drama, just to keep things interesting.