I'm happily tooling along, with my pork butt on the smoker and just about to get to the plateau. My wife is getting ready to go to her 1/2 day hospital job, when she comes into the office area yelling "The toilet is flooding!!" I run into the bathroom and sure enough the floor is flooded. Typical reaction, I shake the handle.....dumb! The toilet flushes again!!! The floor is covered with more water!
I chase her out of the house and grab the rag mop. Of course, we got rid of the bucket mop squeegee years ago.....haven't needed it. So here I am, mopping up the mess, squeezing out the water with my hands. Took me about an hour to clean up the whole mess.
I can hear her now......."Honey, do you think this pulled pork tastes a little different?" You can feature where I will spend my afternoon....sitting out by the smoker, a bunch of Coronas at hand and chilling!
I chase her out of the house and grab the rag mop. Of course, we got rid of the bucket mop squeegee years ago.....haven't needed it. So here I am, mopping up the mess, squeezing out the water with my hands. Took me about an hour to clean up the whole mess.
I can hear her now......."Honey, do you think this pulled pork tastes a little different?" You can feature where I will spend my afternoon....sitting out by the smoker, a bunch of Coronas at hand and chilling!



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