The McMissile case is FINALLY McOver

You've seen the news reports:

Mother of three, wife of Iraq war soldier, loses her mind one day in bumper to bumper traffic on a hot day and hurls her McDonald's cup full of ice into a car that she accuses of cutting her off. I've seen said mother on almost every local news station giving her account of the incident with tears streaming down her face because she was facing 2 years in prison for her deed. Why I agree that 2 years is too long for her act, I have absolutely no sympathy for her. I mean really...HOW IN THE DEVIL DO YOU GET SO MAD THAT YOU THROW SOMETHING...ANYTHING...INTO SOMEONE ELSE'S CAR!!!

I sit in bumper to bumper traffic on a daily. I get cut off almost on a daily. Know how I deal with it? By cursing up a storm (and when I'm really mad I may flip you the bird), but have I ever lost it to the point where I would throw anything ... even a cup of ICE...NO!

Today, Mrs. McMissile was given probation and time served. Let's hope she won't be throwing anything into any cars (or anything else) any time soon.

What else can go wrong?

Ok I'm really back now. No more writer's block. I'm ready to blog. You know why? Because I'm irritated. Why? Because Saturday, a kitchen sink full of water ended up in a puddle at the bottom of my cabinet and across my kitchen floor. Earlier in the week, Derrick did some repair work on the disposal and warned me that he had to put some sealant around one of the doodads before I could use it. Well I thought he had already gotten around to sealing it a day or so later, so as I was soaking dishes, I found out the hard way that he hadn't. I ended up having to take all of the cleaning products and everything else from under the cabinet and dry them and the cabinet out (bath towels really are VERY absorbant, by the way). Anyway, I thought that was the end of my water problems but...Um...NO!

The very next day, Derrick overloads the washing machine and a half load of soapy water ends up spilling out onto my living room, foyer, and hallway floors. I didn't even know a washing machine could overflow like that, but, guess what? It can.

By the way, have you ever walked across wet carpet? Squish, squish, squish. Ick!

Anyway, after trying to sop the water up with more bath towels (which were not so absorbant this time), we headed over to my parents' house to borrow their Wet Vac (the life saver). It did the trick, but as of today (two days later), the carpet is still a little damp.

I'm now crossing my fingers hoping the furnace isn't next. This morning I heard a click and then nothing when the furnace was supposed to come on. If I come home today to a frigid house, I'm really going to lose it. Sigh...