SHIT.

So today I was rushing to get out of the house in time to go to the bank and get to work on time. It was my late day so this means out by noon to run this little errand before the daily drudgery. It's 11:55 and I am still in my bathrobe, but my hair and make-up is down, I have a bagel ready to go and I know where my purse and keys are. I just have to throw on some clothes and boogie out the door.

I go to Ron's side of the bed to turn off the radio before donning my pants and step in a puddle. I look down and see a very large pool of water seeping from the wall next to the bed. The laundry room is on the other side of the wall. It is now 11:56.

SHIT.

I run around to the other side, still wearing nothing but a bathrobe to see a pool of water on teh far side of the laundry room eminating from the corner holding the hot water heater.

SHIT.

There are about a ozen or so boxes of comic book boxes in the path of this water.

SHIT, SHIT, SHIT, SHIT.

I yell upstairs to Ron's parents about it, run to the bedroom, launch myself into some clothes and proceed to remove everything from the laundry room with Ron's parents. My back is very angry with me right now for this.

I did not make it to work on time, nor did I make it to the bank but the good news is not a single comic book was lost! Four boxes got wet but the water hadn't seeped all the way through yet. Ron's dad said I caught it "just in time."

And now I look forward to a very cold shower in the morning. If I didn't need to wash my hair so badly I wouldn't bother... hell, I still may not bother. Either way you'll either read about it here or smell me coming a mile away!