Dang it!

My sump pump died this morning. Thankfully it was a very loud death or else I would not have realized it and gone to work. For those of you who do not have basements, a dead sump pump is a bad thing, especially when it's raining. Like today.

They installed a temporary one and will come back Wednesday to make it permanent. This will involve making the sump well larger as the current one is extremely insufficent. I'm told jackhammers will be involved. Yippee. I'm sure the cats will all need to be on valium by the time they are finished. Which is supposed to take all day.

*sigh*

More random crap you probably don't care about...

1. My right knee has developed a new issue to go with the grinding of my floating patella...shooting hot pain when I kneel on it. I'm seriously falling apart. There might be one part of my body that isn't giving me trouble. Maybe.

2. The 6 artists currently residing in my car's CD changer:
~~Daughtry
~~P!nk
~~Kings of Leon
~~Lady Antebellum
~~Lady GaGa
~~Carolina Liar

3. The news of Sandra Bullock's husband cheating on her has me so incensed you'd think I was the one cheated on. I feel like going to California to kick his ass myself. How.Dare.He.

4. It's very apparent I need to remove several bushes and trees that did not fare well this winter. Not to state the obvious, but over 40 inches of snow in 5 days can really do a number on the landscape.

5. I am trying very hard to clip and use coupons in order to save on my grocery bill. Last Saturday $25 was taken off the total using coupons. Very exciting! I'm pretty sure that was a fluke, but I figure if I diligently clip coupons for items I use, I can probably save around $5 a week. Small amount, but it can add up.

6. Every day when I leave for work I tell one of the cats they are in charge. "Harry, you're in charge today. Everyone listen to Harry". I told someone at work about this and they asked me if I thought they understood. I said, no, they're cats, I'm pretty sure they don't speak English. I do it because it cracks me up (clearly I amuse myself and/or I'm nuts - or both), not because I think they understand. But can you imagine if they did? Harry, the grumpy one, would make everyone go in the basement and stay there until I got home. That way he'd be alone upstairs without anyone bothering him. Bennie, the big sweet lovey dovey: "Get on the bed everyone, let's cuddle until Mom gets home". Lucy, the prissy calico: "I don't care what anyone does, but if you make a mess you clean it up".

Good grief!!!!

Did you see George Clooney at the Oscars on Sunday? More specifically, did you see his hair? His hair was shaggy, lifeless and sadly in need of a trim.

And he looked pretty sour through most of the ceremony (or what I saw). That Italian bimbo is ruining my George. He needs to wise up and call me. Seriously.