I smell something...

and I wish I could tell you it was the Baby's diaper.

But, it's not.

My Living Room which openly ajoins our Kitchen smells like someone went and pooped under the couch. And left it there. For days.

If I wasn't so certain it was poop that I was smelling I'd think something up and died right there in the middle of my Living Room while pooping.

When Bob came home - he smelled it too. But, he's a plumber. He knows poop when he smells it.

Apparently, our septic tank is FULL!

As in backing up into our shower full.

As in the whole house smells like poop full.

As in no one is available to pump it until tomorrow afternoon full (eventhough clearly this is an emergency!)

As in I can't use water full.

As in I can't flush full.

As in OMGTHISISGOINGTOCOSTTHOUSANDSOFDOLLARS FULL!