The maniacal forces of life are at it again.
I went to bed around 9 p.m. last night. Hubster stayed up watching a movie and then went to close and lock the front door before turning in. As he looked out into the front yard, he saw a waterfall going down the embankment.
Which was strange, because we don't have a waterfall in the front yard. And it wasn't raining.
It seems as though a water main chose last night to burst under the depths of our front lawn. If Hubster had listened to God correctly he would have built the house like a boat so that it could have floated away.
As it was, it merely flooded the basement.
And now we have a HUGE hole in our lawn the size of a small swimming pool. We're thinking of keeping it.
Except we don't have any water to fill it, because the main? It's still broken.
All I have to say is, "Thank You, God, for Wal-Mart facial cleansing wipes and bottled water on hand in a crisis situation."
Because without them, it would be Ugly today. Ugly Indeed.