apparently i have a reputation

so i arrive at the beautiful beautiful house with the wonderful blue wall in the beautifulbeautiful country with the silence and the tori amos just before my friends leave on their trip. they just wanted to see me and talk about house things. i've housesat for them a million times and i know the drill but it makes S happier to run through the drill again. and then she says to me "thank you so much. i always know everything's going to be ok when it's you sitting."

anyway, they're grabbing their bags and E says "oh we bought a plunger since your last stay. it's in the garage if you plug up the toilet again"

what?

what?

what?

is my face red?

what?

and i'm thinking there's no way they know about my blog NOR about the last toilet killing adventure.

wtf?

so then they both simultaneously say "don't use so much paper" and i'm still reeling from the horror of this realization that i kill toilets at all the places i housesit and i say "well, to be fair i try to save water and not flush everytime, but you don't keep trashcans near the toilet in the back bathroom and...and..."

i give up.

that was a few days ago. i'm thinking about it now because, well, both the toilets are plugged up right now...

i'm going to go pee in the horse pasture.