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Guess what neighbors! Once again, in the general vacinity of my anniversary, my basement has flooded.
Yup, that's right... Severe thunderstorms and rain the last 20 minutes, and the sewage backs up through a drain in my basement floor.
I just called the hubs to share the good news, and reminded him that this is the second time this has happened before our anniversary.
"What's the basement trying to tell us?" John asked.
"You want to know? It's saying your the sh*t, baby."
"That's right, I am the sh*t! See? the basement knows."
Exuse me while I go open the windows and light a candle. I light this candle in the name of Love.