Plumbers, Pancakes, and Painting......

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[Click the Title:Song:Tears for Fears "Everybody wants to Rule the World", Free Pancakes if anyone can tell me WHY I love this video]
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So my son and I were having the perfect crisp almost Fall day. We were painting his room, and finally finishing This Project that has taken alot of hard work. ( The College kids that rented my beat up old house before us, had for some Unknown Reason painted the Best Bedroom in the house Electric Piss). His room is now a beautiful Tropical Torquiose, with white trim around all the windows, and new creamy egghsell curtains. So we had decided that when we were done we would have pancakes.....I also told 6-6 that I would wash all his sheets and his favorite quilt so that it wouldn't smell like paint. Sooooooo.

I went trotting downstairs and put the laundry in the washer, in the basement, and came back upstairs and threw on my favorite jammies, getting ready to make the beloved pancakes....humming, relieved that the Painting Project that has haunted me most of the summer was Finally done....phew....and THEN.....KABOOOOOM...PHOOOOOOOSH...
and then me running down the stairs and kerplunk kerpunk to the basement...and Yes, a Pipe had exploded in the basement and was shooting water like a friggin Geyser 20 feet throughout the basement... It was very very noisy, so noisy I did not have have to worry about the Foul Language spewing out of me...So I ran upstairs and banged on my Side-by-Side neighbor's door ( because I know they have MORE tools than me), and Yelled for Help Like A Screaming Idiot...And of course NO ANSWER....(because they are the neighbors that pretend daily that I do not exist).

So I ran down the street and banged on my friend's door, Ms. Canadian, and begged for tools, and she ran up the street with me and we played Plumber, or tried to, turning off most of the Valve -Like Things in the basement.....and slipping, and both soaking wet and me still cursing....and me of course phoning The Landlord, attempting to sound Cool, Calm and Collected in my messege.... ( Now it is Thursday Night of Labor Day Weekend, so it is 50:50 chance he is in town.)

Now here is the Thing...anyone who reads this blog,KNOWS that I have spent Many Many hours cleaning up my basement- that it was flooded most of August, and I JUST GOT IT DRY 2 DAYS AGO.....so yes, I am not happy. Anyways you got a canoe? Come on over....

So today I will be attempting to get a Plumber....because I really think I need Water for Labor Day weekend...and so here I sit with Tropical Torquoise in my hair....and a soaking wet basement....I hope that I get a nice plumber...hopefully one that knows how to swim and has a sense of humor.