broken homes and broken bones.

i've got both, ya'll and i'll tell you what;
the toe-jamboree hurts waaaay less...
the good news?
the garage leak is watertight and out of sight.
of course, that's not the only news...

there's a leaky situation in the back bedroom.

no,

robert hasn't made an important anthroplological breakthrough in my house.

that's a leakey situation.

this is the other kind;

i've got water seeping within from without.

in a whole new other 'nother spot.

spontaneous disintegration, my ninjas.

unnanounced, improvised havoc.

one middle finger plugging up the dam,

and ten more holes popping up.

that's eleven holes all together, kids,

and that's one more problem than i've got the dexterity to deflect.

it's not exactly fun trying to guess where something terrible will spring up next.

it's like that cow poop bingo thing that churches do.

where you 'buy' squares of lawn,

and if the big ugly bovine cudsucker craps on yours,

you win a used pontiac that somebody's grandma left to the church when she died;

except it's my house,

and it's the whole wide world peeing into it,

and all i win the pleasure of fixing it.

so i guess it's really more like wondering where i'm going to lose next.

since i already own all the squares an' that.

nice.

yep,

aaaaand,

there's a little plinking plunking droplet faucet

forming on the other other side of the house, too.

i must be a newly birthed baby goat, because someone is obviously kidding me.

in every life a little rain must fall.

that's cool.

i just hoped it would be outside.

when folks say something's got to give,

i wonder if it should be assumed it will be the roof?

never quiet, never soft.....