Another Day, Another Dirty Dish

So the sewing continues unabated, the orders still roll in, and my household manages to mock me at every turn. Now it is my sink. Yes even the house itself is against me. My sink is clogged. Not an ordinary clog mind you, but a clog to end all clogs. My husband used the plunger, draino, liquid plummer, muratic acid, a snake. He took the pipes apart and forced the hose down as far as it would go and turned the water on high. Nope, no dice. So here it has been three days of him trying to unclog this drain. Three days of not being able to wash dishes, cook a meal, clean my kitchen. If you think that is not that bad, I live in a small mining town with no real fast food restaurants. We have been eating sandwiches off paper plates and I for one want a hot meal so bad I could cry! But have you ever tried to wash a pot in the bath tub? Yeah, right I have a notoriously bad back and would end up in traction in a heartbeat. Hmmm... traction... hospital stay.....hot food....no kids..... nah the medical bills would kill us. But it is tempting, oh so tempting!