the dramatic

I thought these things happened in threes.

In addition to the plastic disaster, two days ago our downstairs air conditioner quit working.  Earlier that same afternoon, I walked into the kitchen to find my oldest son holding the pull-out spray end of my kitchen faucet, which just happened to be disconnected to the rest of the faucet.  The floor was wet.  Very wet.

His explanation?  “I just pushed it over to the other side of the sink and it came off in my hand.  And then when I turned the water on to see if it still worked, it shot out here all over the floor.”

I don’t know if I can accurately represent what has happened here, but perhaps it will do to say that unless you are very, very careful when you turn on the water in my kitchen sink, you will have a mini water cannon on your hands.  Will (you notice he ALWAYS figures into these stories) singlehandedly soaked most of the room last night, as I came running around the corner yelling  “Turn it OFF.  TURN IT OFF!!!”  He was trying his best, but it was a little hard to see with all that water shooting him right in the face.

Also in the last week or so?  I have lost my debit card and backed into a guy in a parking lot.  I’ve called the air guy who is so overloaded he gave me another guy’s name, who sounded enthusiastic at first but is now not returning my phone calls. Looks like the Jones family will be camping out upstairs again tonight…

Today in the drive through line at the bank, I opened my wallet to get out my driver’s license and stared in wonder at the blank space where it usually lives.

I’m not complaining, people - really I’m not.  This is a warning.  I’m on a roll.  And until it’s over, you should stay far, far away…

this time last year: it’s called beach reconstruction (07. 06. 2007)