Well holy freakin' cow. I must have a monumental load of cosmic karmic mojo coming my way *rolls eyes*

I just discovered that our pump is frozen. No water. No washing hands. No flushing toilets. UGH!

And what kills me is that this is NOT duee to Blue lying about on her fat arse eating bon bons and watching telly and saying: “20 degrees tonight? The pump? Awwww, fuck it, it’ll take care of itself.” Noooo. This is after I have – a month ago – carefully wrapped the tank and lines and hung a light over the pump with dire warnings and detailed instructions to my darling hubby to help me remember to keep it lit. And it was ON last night. What gives?

Oh, well. Hubby just got back from the barn to report that the orphaned lamb is warm and well and apparently drank her bottle with enthusiasm. That’s definitely worth some bad luck.

In case you hadn’t realized by now, I’m a firm beleiver in the ‘what goes around comes around’ theory. I think that if you’re a good person: donate stuff to the thrift stores, use your turn signals, stop to help folks, smile and ask people how they’re doing, etc, that it will come back to you.

Soooo back to the frozen pump. I’ll have to go to my appointment sans shower. Bleh, yuckie. Oh, hey, and that party is tonight. I wonder if I can bow out since I can’t bathe my kids? Hmmmmm! Bonus! Might try that excuse ... heh!