The Wrath of Porcelainimus, God of Toilets

If anybody is thinking about coming over to the Thom household in the next couple of days, I'd advise against it. You see, our house smells like ass.

The plumbers mad it over yesterday and demo-ed out the remains of our downstairs toilet. This apparently raised the wrath of the Toilet God, Porcelainimus, because the house has been cursed with an unholy stench. I assumed that the stench would be somewhat contained when they laid the new concrete, but it seems that concrete alone can not stop Porcelainimus. Luckily, it was pretty mild yesterday, so we were able to air out the house somewhat, but with rain predicted for the next couple of days, I'm not looking forward to shutting up the house.

The most frightening moment came when, upon returning home from work, I discovered my street blocked off by 2 Mister Rooter trucks. One truck, which almost completely blocked my driveway, was snaking some tubing into the manhole in the middle of the street. Holy Christ, I thought, what did those fuckers do to my plumbing?!?! Luckily, it turned out to be false alarm, as our plumbers had left in the morning, and the Mr. Rooter guys were taking care of someone else's problem. Which made me wonder, what in the hell they were actually doing out there. Since they were going into a manhole in the street, it must be a pretty big job and shouldn't the city be handling that? I chalked it up to someone losing their wedding ring down the toilet, but still it was a little disconcerting.

I am so looking forward to the toilet being installed on Thursday, it's not even funny. Hopefully, with a new throne installed in his honor Porcelainimus will remove his curse and descend back into the depths from which he came. Until then, I'm hoping that scented candles and open windows are enough to keep him at bay.