So Much For Good Intentions....

Got myself up bright and early this morning to be in plenty of time to get the Llama-ettes ready to take to St. Loony-Up-The-Cream-Bun-And-Jam, only to suddenly hear concerted braying as I was shaving: according to said braying, a new waterfall had formed in the kitchen.

I quickly went downstairs to discover that the place was a mess - water all over and a very large, dripping bulge in the ceiling. A quick inspection pinpointed the problem - one of the pipes going into the gels' bathtub decided to spring a leak. This is about the fifth time something like this has happened in our seven years at Orgle Manor, and every time the plumber recommends that we trash the whole system and replace it. I'm beginning to think there's something in this. Wonder if my insurance would cover it.

@#$(*&(# plumbing.

UPDATE: A reader writes, "Tom, what is it with this 'St. Loony-Whatever-it-is'?" Well, you needn't go very far to find the source of most of my stranger references:

I've know this sketch for thirty years. Somehow, it's only in the past couple that it's really begun to grow on me.