You know how your life really sucks and then you meet someone who makes you go - well things aren't really that bad?
Let me introduce myself - your life isn't that bad.
On Monday, the sewer in the basement backed up. Roto Rooter came out and took care of the tree roots. I had the fun job of cleaning the basement. The water came up through the drain in the furnace room which is also where the sump, RO/DI, etc is located. I put on my flipflops, went downstairs, and I scraped all the goo up and disposed of it. I then taped off the sump and started cleaning everything with bleach water. However, I noticed the water level in the sump was low so I opened up a valve to fill it back up. As I'm cleaning, I lifted a filing cabinet to mop underneath of it - it slips and lands across my foot. I finish cleaning and hobble upstairs to evaluate the damage. It takes a while to get he sock off (I know - only a few of us fashion mavens can pull off the sock and flipflop look - it's a gift) and I'm greeted with a big toe that's cut, bruised and hurts like you wouldn't believe.
My wife is trying to get the 2 kids to bed and sends me off to the emergency room. 3 hours later and the diagnosis is a big toe broken in 2 spots. I get home, she tells me what a moran (fark.com) I am for doing this 1 month before vacation and we go to bed.
As I'm lying there, I have the feeling that I've forgotten something. Oh yeah, I was filling the sump when I was cleaning wasn't I? I hobble downstairs and there's a river going across the basement. I turn off the water, turn on a couple of fans and think that I probably should have gotten that Vicodin prescription filled.
So, in retrospect, things really aren't going that badly for you are they?
SOB
