No, this isn't in homage of "The Ring".
It is the echoing sound that happens...
when your well...
Not a metaphorical well. The real freaking deal.
WE. HAVE. NO. WATER.
How else would you like to start the summer, having three kids and all their friends over, food to cook, laundry to wash, dishes to do, so on so forth?
In this case, there is no laundry, no dishes (except when I warm up two inches of water from a jug purchased from Kmart), and I, the lady who loves to cook, doesn't even want to make a PB&J, because it will dirty up a knife.
We are talking a price tag to fix this damned thing somewhere between $1500 and $5000...and that is being conservative.
Right now, that trip to Disney and all the money spent just pisses me off.
Well. Motherfucking well. I hate being on a well. HATE. IT. The water smells like rotten eggs, they go dry, they are just a huge pain in the ass.
Wells are for frontiersmen and the Amish...not me.
So, here is hoping that we get this figured out and fixed without it being too painful financially. Pfft...whatever.
Hey, at least I won't have Billy, aka Mr. HLAM, letting me know that I am being a baby not having water, then regaling me with the tales of when he went without water for 400 days and nights while saving baby pygmies from their alien overlords all while starving to death hanging upside down from the entrails of dead ferrets.
You know he would. The fucker.
On a different note, I will be having a phone interview soon for a job. A real big people job. Can't go into detail yet, but cross your fingers for me if you would please :). Not only for the job, but also for my desire to vomit due to my nervousness.
There it is.
Peace, Love and (come on, samara, i'ma waitin' fer ya!) Zombies \IiiI