and on the 120th day of our renovation it rained inside

when we last left the hapless duo with their home, that seemed like such a good idea: get a bigger house than we can afford, rent out the second unit, subsidize the mortgage with the tenants - slap up some paint, do a little work in the basement and presto change-o, it's freedom 55.

and then fate and a good ole belly chuckle...ha ha ha...and pissed all over us.

which brings me to the rain.

the valves are very old and crapping out - crapped out - and so when i turned on the bathtub faucet what should happen but a funny hissing sound and water shooting out of the wall on the other side of the bathroom. it was awesome. like a busby berkeley film but without the choreography, crane shots and happiness. i donned my bathing cap and cried.