Karma is a bitch.
True to form , I got bit on teh ass again.
After the big Flood the other day, I set down a pair of rubber gloves I was using next to the bathroom sink after I was done cleaning up the fucking mess from a door to door water flood.
Lucky me, I came home tonight to find water running out the motherfucking front corner of the the trailer, the old cat decided to make it's self comfortable on top of the sink in the bathroom, with the water running to keep the pipes from freezing, again, because I had the heater going to help dry out the joint, and plugged up the sink with the rubber gloves I sat down after cleaning up the last mess
Ain't life grand?
Holy Fucking Shit.
This is after the roads being frozen and having to drive three miles an hour in Four Wheel Drive through town on a sheet of ice.
It might be a bit before I post again due to my having to regain my sense of humor.
No, it is too late, I am now officially crazy.
Do yourself a favor and stay clear the hell out of kicking distance.
I see the folks telling me to get out now.
Right. I am still luckier than a great deal of the people with a heartbeat on this planet.
If I was buddies with the assholes currently running this country, I could get a brand new trailer from the government, I just can't hold my breath that long, Mr. FEMA dude, and there is a huge conspiracy going on right now with the disposition of all those FEMA trailers the government bought for the victims of Katrina that were found to have high levels of Formaldehyde. The government is paying some farmers hundreds of thousands of dollars a month to store them while they sell them off for scrap metal.
Meanwhile, the folks of New Orleans get bupkiss.
I might have some troubles but I don't live in a city that the Bush Administration decided to let die a slow death.
Fuck that. Life goes on for everybody. I just have some extra fun.