Brown Water

What is worse than nasty back-up, rotting tree root, brown water mainline plumbing in your house all over the floor and soaking into the carpet and thank god you are still renting because this completely blows and I'm NOT using my good towels to soak this shitwater up??? Well, almost nothing except believing that if it weren't for your slightly large (only the bulb and minutely enlarged nares) and offside nose your profile would approach perfectly proportioned phi-ness.

But other than that, life is just real peachy. And it's Friday which means I get to sip on the red. Tonight's bottle is a Primus, 2005 carmenere/cab/merlot blend that is just fine for a Friday mopping up poo-flood and working the "house spreadsheet" to see just how much I can spend to get into something of my own that hopefully will have patent plumbing. Persons seemingly much wiser than me counsel that I should just find the house first and the paying thereof will be moot. Namely the Universe will nod to my desire, sense my vibratory need, and the fundage will materialize.

Meanwhile Clyde demands that he be able to lick my meniscus. See below for evidence: