Tanks a lot!
So my wife had the day off this morning, and literally about two seconds after I opened my eyes when I woke up today around noonish, she was standing there saying quietly “They’re outside pumping the septic tank right now, and we’re bombing Iraq again.” – clearly two pieces of information that I needed to hear before consciousness had settled back in to my head. I went out into the living room and peeked through the blinds at the truck that was there to pump out our septic tank (see yesterday’s bloggage for the crappy details), and didn’t really pay attention to the live coverage on TV, and asked “How long are they going to be doing this?”
“Several days,” my wife said.
“SEVERAL DAYS???!??” I exploded. It was already going to cost us $140 or so for that truck to be there just today alone. My God, how bad was it? Just that news alone was making me start to really need to go to the bathroom.
“Several days, or until they snuff them all out,” my wife confirmed for me.
It then occurred to me that I was thinking about an entirely different kind of bombing than she was. I said “No, no, the tank, the truck. How long are they going to be before I can go to the bathroom and take a shower?”
“Oh, them. They’re almost done. You can go to the bathroom anytime,” she said.
I then went and commenced my own bombing run, and let me tell you, it was glorious. No casualties were reported. I’m sure you wanted to hear that. … Read more
