It's raining, and raining and raining.
Our septic system is flooded and is now forming a large, ominous puddle next to our house. This smells like just what you would assume a flooded septic tank filled with the composting poop of yourself and all your loved ones to smell like. Unholy.
I have candles burning in every room of the house to combat the eye watering aroma.
I have a fairly humorous vision in my head of the septic tank collapsing in on itself and taking the whole town I live in with it - kind of like Keanu Reeves being sucked into hell in "Constantine"
When I don't show up to work on Monday, People I work with would nod their heads sagely and talk about the tragic septic tank incident.
"Ah, the tank got her."
"Yeah, you gotta keep a close eye on those septic tanks. All hell breaks loose when they go bad."
If CNN cuts to the New England floods, and there is a "septic tank" story - you'll know who it is.
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1 Baleful Regards:
word on the street is that the sun is to make an appearance sunday. B/n NH & NJ w/ all this rain, you guys did get then uh, "raw deal" as it were.
admittedly, I have a few unfinished jokes in my head re: this post. I dunno, something about one's shit not stinking, or being up a some creek. or brown being the new... brown.
It's 1 a.m. what do you want from me, woman??
Here's to some sunshine and strong perfume!
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