Infinite Improbability Drive. The REAL question is, where are the petunias?
“Where are the petunias?”
Oh no, not again!
“How did a whale get down there?”
Ahab a possible explanation…
“How did a whale get down there?”
With enough boogie music anyone can get down anywhere.
My mom when I called her after some rain storm to see how she was – “Not bad. I only have a wading pond in the basement.”
I don’t even have a wading pond. My pipes froze last week, and after I got the furnace guy out, I spent days waiting for the flood. Happily, even though things were frozen in the first floor apartment and the basement (I live on the second floor) there is only a trickle of water in the basement, and it runs straight to the floor drain. Whew!
“there is only a trickle of water in the basement, and it runs straight to the floor drain.”
I once had a hot-water heater with a failed emergency release valve. It poured water onto the garage floor. A garage floor that, unfortunately, didn’t have a drain in it, unless you count the big door on the front of it.
Over the Memorial Day weekend, my veterinarian knew something was wrong when she and her hubby pulled into the driveway of their newly-remodeled home, to see water pouring from the garage door bottom.
Seems a toilet malfunctioned and the ENTIRE HOUSE was flooded. She showed me pictures and it WAS like a wading pool . . . in the living room, bedrooms, kitchen, dining room; with no basement, the water could only go out the connecting door to the garage, and then out the garage door.
Chipchristian, nobody’s saying there IS a whale down there, only that Ahab is hoping there is.
@JP, my condolences. Much worse than I’ve had, so far.
I’ll concede to Andrea’s veterinarian. That sounds much worse.
Imagine – all the wood flooring, all the bottom cabinets, all the tile, all the furniture . . . all had been just done (by her and her hubby) and all had to be done again. I would’ve had to walk away from the house.
Andréa, I hope they weren’t on city water, paying a water bill.
Insurance paid for that, too.
“How did a whale get down there?”
Swam in through the bulkhead, presumably.
You don’t suppose he came down the hallway stairs?
“Insurance paid for that, too.”
Hopefully, the remodeler who didn’t fix the plumbing correctly’s insurance, rather than the homeowner’s.
How did a whale get down there?
Whale I’ll be darned.
“How did a whale get down there?”
Infinite Improbability Drive. The REAL question is, where are the petunias?
“Where are the petunias?”
Oh no, not again!
“How did a whale get down there?”
Ahab a possible explanation…
“How did a whale get down there?”
With enough boogie music anyone can get down anywhere.
My mom when I called her after some rain storm to see how she was – “Not bad. I only have a wading pond in the basement.”
I don’t even have a wading pond. My pipes froze last week, and after I got the furnace guy out, I spent days waiting for the flood. Happily, even though things were frozen in the first floor apartment and the basement (I live on the second floor) there is only a trickle of water in the basement, and it runs straight to the floor drain. Whew!
“there is only a trickle of water in the basement, and it runs straight to the floor drain.”
I once had a hot-water heater with a failed emergency release valve. It poured water onto the garage floor. A garage floor that, unfortunately, didn’t have a drain in it, unless you count the big door on the front of it.
Over the Memorial Day weekend, my veterinarian knew something was wrong when she and her hubby pulled into the driveway of their newly-remodeled home, to see water pouring from the garage door bottom.
Seems a toilet malfunctioned and the ENTIRE HOUSE was flooded. She showed me pictures and it WAS like a wading pool . . . in the living room, bedrooms, kitchen, dining room; with no basement, the water could only go out the connecting door to the garage, and then out the garage door.
Chipchristian, nobody’s saying there IS a whale down there, only that Ahab is hoping there is.
@JP, my condolences. Much worse than I’ve had, so far.
I’ll concede to Andrea’s veterinarian. That sounds much worse.
Imagine – all the wood flooring, all the bottom cabinets, all the tile, all the furniture . . . all had been just done (by her and her hubby) and all had to be done again. I would’ve had to walk away from the house.
Andréa, I hope they weren’t on city water, paying a water bill.
Insurance paid for that, too.
“How did a whale get down there?”
Swam in through the bulkhead, presumably.
You don’t suppose he came down the hallway stairs?
“Insurance paid for that, too.”
Hopefully, the remodeler who didn’t fix the plumbing correctly’s insurance, rather than the homeowner’s.