Tuesday, July 12, 2011

The time I cried as the toilet overflowed….

 Once upon a time, I woke-up realizing that I had to pee. I had to be at work in a couple of hours and as much as I tried to roll over and ignore having to go, I couldn’t. (Am I the only one that does this? I just don’t like leaving my nice warm bed).

So, I drag myself outta bed and go about my business. Upon getting ready to flush the toilet, I notice that something is very wrong. The water keeps rising…and rising..and I realize the toilet is going to overflow. I rush to turn the little knobby thing that stops the water, but it is too late. Water comes gushing over the side of the toilet onto the floor. It also drenches anything that happens to be on said floor, namely the rugs, the bottom of my freaking pants, and my feet! I scream out of frustration and disgust, then remember that it is 4 am and my roommates would probably like to sleep. Then I remember that the clogged toilet was probably caused by one of my roommates…and I no longer care if I wake anyone up. I know, not one of my finest moments, but what can I say, it was a tense time (Ellie or Alexa, if you are reading this, I apologize if I woke you up…I am thinking rationally now).

So in order to prevent myself from:

a) ripping my hair out
b) yelling obscenities (jk..I promise!) ……..

…I decide to cry instead…because tears are the logical solution to my problem. Once I am done feeling sorry for myself over the fact that I am covered in toilet water and that I am not going to get to go back to sleep, I devise a strategy. I decide to first deal with my pants. I figure that there is not point in changing them until I deal with the mess, so I just roll them up and tell myself that the water should be clean. Then I go into the laundry room, grab some buckets, a mop, and floor cleaner… and go back to the torture chamber.

I gather up the sopping rugs and place them in a bucket. I start mopping up the floor, and once the water is gone, I start to work on unclogging the toilet. At this point, my roommate Shyler woke up and came into the bathroom. She heard me plunging and thought that I was throwing up, so she being the sweetie that she is, came to check on me. The moment we look at each other, we both die laughing. I’m talking big, belly laughs. The kind of laughs that make your whole body shake. She rolls up her pants and starts to help me. The next 45 minutes, or so, were spent spent laughing, crying, and doing some serious disinfecting.

(WARNING. It is about to get sappy here. If you cannot handle cheesiness, it is probably time to leave)

This will forever be one of my best college memories. I won’t remember the anger I felt at the mess. Instead, I will remember laughing until my stomach hurt and the feeling of a burden being made light through the help of a good friend. All of my friends are so important to me because they make not only the fun times memorable, but the bad times as well. They help me find the silver lining when all I can see are the clouds. So to all of my friends, thanks for putting up with my shenanigans, “you da, you da best!”.

Some of my besties :)

10320_1243426734049_1480787970_641667_5609408_n                                            Holl-doll :)

097    I worry about this girl sometimes  all the time, but she is one of        my oldest friends

                                              Me and Shy :)

Love this girl! Check out her blog. It is great!

048                  There is NEVER a dull moment with Kirsi!

I am soooo blessed to have so many great friends!

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Amy said...

Aw I love you!!

and you are a great writer! I loved how well you told this story!

Ashley Michelle said...

Right back-atcha bugagoo! I look forward to our future crazy adventures :)