Days of Domestic Bliss

If by bliss you mean, "ants are running rampant through the living room, attacking the defenseless cat food, and then dying in droves by my mighty Dr. Bronner's Peppermint Soap and a sponge," then bliss it is. Or perhaps bliss is "the leak sprung in the kitchen drain pipe, whereby water from the sink flows straight onto the basement floor on a day which seems to be, for many, many plumbers, a holiday."

Either way, bliss isn't all it's cracked up to be.