Wanted: Skinny Plumber

This is how I have been washing dishes (and doing anything with the sink) for the last several weeks. The kitchen sink will not drain at all. If water does get in it, I have to bail it out then sop it up with a towel. Remember folks, I am married to a plumber! But I can't blame him for this, though. We saved the money to rent a professional snake but it wasn't long enough to reach the clog, which is located in the one part of the pipe we didn't replace last year. J. can't fit in the crawl space to fix it, so we have to save up and hire a short, skinny plumber. Luckily we do know one. He is the one that replaced the rest of the pipe last year. Now we just have to save up enough money to hire him (not an easy thing to do with an unemployed husband). Logan could probably fix it. He is a pretty good plumber in training. But we are concerned about him being in the crawl space laying on his back and reaching up to use the saws all. If he drops it and gets hurt, we can't get to him to get him out of the crawl space. So for now, I do dishes in buckets. It is a pain in the butt and it is disgusting. But it is far better than what they did a hundred or so years ago. I am blessed.