Our bathroom stool wasn't flushing right, which is usually a good indication the septic tank is full; that means lots of digging for somebody. Oh, the septic tank guy will do it, but it is very costly. Even with Cliff doing the digging, it cost $190.
Cliff and I couldn't agree on the exact location of our septic tank. It's been eleven years since we had to have it pumped out, after all. But he kept digging and probing, and finally struck the metal cover. As soon as we took the cover off and saw that, indeed, our septic tank "runneth over", we called our old friend, David. We were fortunate to catch him home for lunch, and within an hour and a half he was here. David's a great kidder, always good for some chuckles; so as I was cooking dinner, I'd run out for my share of teasing every few minutes.
Cliff didn't have time to fill in that big hole before work, and there is rain in the forecast. So things could get messy before this saga is over.