Yes - another plumbing episode at our house - will they never end?

In the past year I have interacted with maybe 7 plumbers and rooter specialists due to our lovely 1950's abode. They seem pretty unflappable and I figure a plumber has seen everything, right? When the shower stopped draining this week I had a feeling it was something beyond Liquid Plumber and called one up to get things going before GG arrived for her visit to find her bathroom in shambles. So he is here for all of 5 minutes and I am nursing T when I hear him hollering "Excuse me - you're going to want to see THIS" in a voice filled with awe and wonder. With babe attachd to boob I creep down the stairs where he is proudly holding a hairball that is literally the size of a small boa constrictor. I mean it was ginormous. Now while I am not surprised given that I feel I've lost 85% of my hair since T was born, it is a wee bit embarrassing to have it all on display in such a grotesque way. "Well - that's what happens when you have a baby" I reply. At that point HE actually looked embarrassed!! That's it - I have not a shred of decorum left in me. I am making fun of my hormonal imbalances with perfect strangers now.