Oh Sh*t!

My roomies and I (and when I say roomies that includes a 6 yr old Swede) went to brunch on Saturday. We went to one of the friendly local joints with a doozy of a bloody mary bar and an eggs benedict that cures what ever's ailin' ya (and seeing as it was a Sat. there's a damn good chance it's a hangover.)
We were out to lunch because as a result of some faulty plumbing and some loosey-goosey floor boards- the contents of the toilet was in our oven.
Yuck.
As one friend suggested, if we would've simple turned the oven on ... instant "poop-overs."
I'll spare you the details....

Anyhow, while things were being fixed we thought to go to brunch and then to the hardware store for
A: a new plunger (get the one with the black bell-looking thing at the end people!!!)
and
B: LOTS AND LOTS of Lysol!

As we were out and about we saw a group of protesters marching down Superior St. (in honor of 3 yrs in Iraq)
We had just come out of the hardware store and were headed back to our car in the same general direction as the protesters. For a while, we were walking alongside of them - plunger over shoulder, cleaner in hand - and we just couldn't resist!
We stepped in to the crowd with our "props"
"We're sick of this shit!" shouted one roommate, black bell pumping up and down like the leader of a high school marching band.
"Clean up Iraq" shouted the other, Lysoling cars and the bricks on the street.
None of us felt strongly enough about Iraq to actually protest, but we did feel that we were pretty damn clever, and were happy we seized the moment.
We walked about one block with the protesters, until we politely exited at my car.

What fun.

As for the oven... well.... does anyone want to come over for dinner?!