Fertility, Frolicking and Cold Showers

There's something about Fridays that makes me wanna strip off my clothes and run, frolicking through the meadow, feeling the soft grass between my toes and the cool breeze of the early spring morning tickling the tender, exposed skin of my nether regions.

Now there's an image that makes you wanna stab out your mind's eye with a plastic spork.

We've had excitement around the trailer the past few days. The other evening, I was outside communing with the bunny.. from a safe distance.. when I heard water running under the house.

Not a good sign.

I eventually mustered the nerve to peel back the skirting and peer underneath (I just knew something would be staring back at me) and found a white PVC pipe sticking out from the general vicinity of my closet, where the hot water heater is housed. Water was not trickling out, nay.. it was pouring out like a faucet.

Not a good sign.. part 2.

The leak gusher was discovered two days ago. Ma and I have spent most of that time arguing over which of us was going to flip the little lever thingie to see if it's stuck and her determination that we keep the breaker off for the heater until we get it fixed. All that does is prevent me from having a hot shower, it does nothing to stop the water from flowing out of the pipe. Yet we keep it flipped off most of the time, taking cold showers, just to make her feel better. It does nothing, however, for my Bitchy McCrankypants mood.

Ma is supposed to be calling "someone" to come look at it. I've determined that the culprit is most likely a worn out overflow valve thingiemabob. I have the smarts to find out what's broken by looking on the internet, but lack the balls to actually try to fix it. The all knowing interwebs says it's easy peasy to fix and the part is only ten bucks, but it's probably going to cost me $100 by the time we find a Handy Andy willing to to drive to Frog Pond Holler.

If I'm lucky.

There are two ways I can look at this. First: I finally got some extra money by selling my car and now something as to break to eat it up, or The Universe made sure I was able to sell my car in time to have the money I need to get the stupid hot water heater fixed.

I prefer the latter.

I should still have enough for the RAM upgrade, a hair cut, a home fried dye job and some pornstarrific ho nails.

Ya gotta live a little, right? And there's still that government funded stimulation Georgie Porgie promised me. Everything's gonna work itself out.

Did ya'll know that bunnies aren't just a sign of fertility, they're also a sign of positive change and prosperity?

Just sayin'.

Ya'll have a booty kickin' day. Later Taters.