I think there's some sort of karmic imbalance in my life

Tuesday was not what you would call a highlight for my mom and me in the "Wonderful Moments in Our Relationship" reel (see here).  In addition to that gem, we had several other equally non-productive conversations about my clogged shower drain.  After about three hours of pouring Draino down the drain, taking apart multiple pieces of plumbing, putting the plumbing back together, testing it, taking it apart again, snaking, snaking, snaking, snaking, and more snaking, still with no luck, I collapsed on the couch in a ball of frustration and was whining to my boyfriend over the phone.  And then I heard a knock at my door.  I was literally in the next room, but I clearly did not answer the door quickly enough.

"Hellooooo?"  Her head popped around the corner.

"Crap, it's my mom, I'll call you back."

"How's it going?  Did you fix it?"  I just stared at her.  "Still clogged, huh?"  Again, just staring.  "It sounds like it might be tree roots."

"Oh my God, Mom!"

I suppose she took that as her cue to stop talking about my drain.  Which, on the one hand was good, but she apparently missed the cue to just LEAVE, and spent the next five minutes making small talk about many, many, many things that I don't care anything about until the voice in my head screaming "OH MY GOD I DON'T CARE WHAT KIND OF DOG YOUR CO-WORKER IS ADOPTING" became so deafening that I couldn't hear anything else.  I guess my lack of interest made her mad because she kind of just stormed out.  Maybe I said those things out loud.  Who knows.

But when she offered to meet the plumber at my house yesterday so I didn't have to leave work early, I felt pretty guilty for being, well, a bitch, and I made sure to thank her profusely and made a mental note to maybe try a little harder to be nice in the future.  Until I actually got home.  Yes, my drain was completely unclogged.  Yay for showering again!  But, this was the first thing I saw when I walked in the door.

My dogs are REALLY bad about getting into the trash, so I keep it in the basement and keep the door shut.  Also?  I keep my bathroom door shut FOR THE SAME REASON.  But, that one was open too.  This is what was in my bedroom:

I went to bed at 9:00; I was seriously done with yesterday.

Let's just say it's a good thing I don't own a gun

Me: I have a clog in my shower drain.
Mom: It's probably tree roots.  You're going to have to call someone.
Me: But I haven't even tried Draino yet.
Mom: DON'T USE DRAINO!
Me: ????
Mom: If you use Draino, a plumber won't even touch your plumbing...it's too caustic.
Me: ????
Mom: It's probably tree roots, you should call someone.
Me: *sigh* I have to go.
Mom: Ok, well let me know if you need a number for someone to get the tree roots out.