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![]() So, I figured I'd start my day with a large double-double from Timmy's. I hop in the wife's car and off I go. Half way there I notice the fuel gauge blinking at me, warning 15 km of fuel left. No biggie; Timmy's is only three blocks away. I pick up my double-double and head for home. You can see where this is going: On the last corner from my house, sure as hell I run out of gas. #%@$!!!
So I trek the rest of the way, grab a gas can from the garage and get the car home. Time for the fishie's breakfast of mysis, pellets and flakes. I feed the one tank, and while I'm feeding the other tank, my wife's food-fixated Beagle discovers the open can of fish flakes and decides she wants to sample them. She knocks the can over and eats all the flakes. Stupid dog! Ok, time to clean the skimmer cup: Empty the cup; wipe down with a paper towel; flush towel and watch the toilet overflow. Nice! Grab the plunger and pump the snot out of it. No go. Don't know what's in there but it ain't moving. (Probably the Beagle's fault). Now I'm off to the tool rental place to rent a snake. After that I might just go back to bed and try again tomorrow. FML
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