Since 7am, we have been bailing 170 years worth of funk as it drained from our open upstairs into our front room. We're tired. Why did I think we, of the horrible bad luck, should try a home renovation? 50 gallon tub...emptied four times...200 gallons of water in our front room. Oy!
Our contractor says we will laugh about this when all is said and done. Hysterical laughter of the insane has already come to visit...when discussing the smelly brown quality of the water we were bailing, Steve called it, "170 years worth of funk," and we both immediately decided that was a blog-worthy quote. We are sick individuals, there is no other explanation.
3 comments:
I'm sick too, because:
"Play that funky music white boy"
immediately popped into my head after reading the title and seeing Steve in the pictures.
Hugs.
Oh my goodness! Keep laughing, it's about all you can do besides bail.
'... the funk of forty thousand years, and grisly ghouls from every tomb are closing in to seal your doom...'
Remember when that was the creepiest thing Michael Jackson ever did?
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