It’s Saturday. Our main waterline appears to have exploded. I’m waiting for the plumber. I’m guessing it’s some karmic vengeance for throwing my new cat out for pissing on the hard wood floors yet one more time in a show of delusional dominance.
We have sewage all over our back yard, which I’m hoping I’ll be able to clean up once the plumber finishes his business.
If he ever shows up.
Such is the life of an aging, budding rock star…
Stumble It!
