My day started at 4:30am yesterday with an awful grinding sound which I knew to be the sump pump.  FUN.  (I have a phobia of the hole in which the sump pump sits it, which is an entirely different post.)  Apparently the float thing inside was stuck so the thing wouldn’t shut off.  Denny on his way out beat it back to life but considering that was less than an optimal fix, I had to spent the rest of my morning babysitting it to make sure we didn’t end up flooded.

8:30… man to the rescue!  My Dad came over, told me what I needed, and removed the pump so it would run on the back up.   Babysitting over, crisis eliminated.  By 11 or so I had the new pump and my Dad put it in so all was well by the time Denny got home.  Something both he and I appreciated.

This brings me to a point about me, something I inherited from my Dad.  When something isn’t right I want to handle it right then, lol, no matter what time it is.  Sometimes that’s good, and sometimes not so much.  Denny knows this about me, and frankly I don’t think he cares for the trait all that much.

So last night while he was watching the TV it made a fizzle noise and shut itself off.  Denny of course comes upstairs with me to watch tv saying how he missed me. (Which I later find to be a line of crap… he was just migrating to the next working tv.)  So he sits there for a minute and says, “Oh, your tv just died downstairs.”  Nice.  Considering I was all of about 5 minutes from sleep, this is something he probably should have saved for the next morning.  He knew how I’d react… something like that instantly throws me into what do I need to do to fix the situation mode.  Of course considering the time, there isn’t much I can do.  Frustrating for someone like me.  It’s a 52″ tv… thus not something just easily toosed aside to futher add to my frustration.

My friend Michelle has just informed me that stinky things all happen in 3’s… so I’m waiting for the other shoe to drop.  Hopefully today is better.  Ack!

~j