There is way too much leakage in my life right now. For one, Tucker's anal glands keep leaking. Or perhaps he's expressing them on purpose. The stench is unbearable, but thankfully it only lasts a few minutes. One time he did it on my lap, at work in L.A. I was meeting with my boss and I swear he thought either I farted or the dog did. I had to go, "Ewww! Tucker!" just to clarify. But enough about that...
The ceiling is also leaking, probably from the weight of all that snow. It started at 4:00 am, or at least that is when I noticed it. It's sad that I'm such a light sleeper that a drip on the other side of the apartment can wake me up. Now it's almost noon and the melting snow, energized by the sunlight sneaking brief peeks from behind the clouds, has picked up its pace and is drip-dropping in earnest. I moved the TV/VCR/DVD mess and covered it all with a towel. I also took the art off the walls in closest proximity to the impending flood. The sofa is halfway dismantled, the remainder covered with a motley mix of dry cleaning bags and beach towels. The roofer is coming at 2:00, which is when I am supposed to be on a conference call. I am having visions of a hairy man with plumber butt falling through the ceiling at exactly the moment the client asks me an important question.
Other things that are leaking/dripping: my nose (I hate this weather); all the wet clothes I was wearing when I attempted to dig out my car; and possibly my latest piercing, which might be getting infected.
The ceiling is also leaking, probably from the weight of all that snow. It started at 4:00 am, or at least that is when I noticed it. It's sad that I'm such a light sleeper that a drip on the other side of the apartment can wake me up. Now it's almost noon and the melting snow, energized by the sunlight sneaking brief peeks from behind the clouds, has picked up its pace and is drip-dropping in earnest. I moved the TV/VCR/DVD mess and covered it all with a towel. I also took the art off the walls in closest proximity to the impending flood. The sofa is halfway dismantled, the remainder covered with a motley mix of dry cleaning bags and beach towels. The roofer is coming at 2:00, which is when I am supposed to be on a conference call. I am having visions of a hairy man with plumber butt falling through the ceiling at exactly the moment the client asks me an important question.
Other things that are leaking/dripping: my nose (I hate this weather); all the wet clothes I was wearing when I attempted to dig out my car; and possibly my latest piercing, which might be getting infected.
hellsforheroes:
drip...drip...