Murphy's Law

We are getting ready to go to Idaho Falls tomorrow morning. I got home after work today, walked in, almost threw up and walked back outside. One of the dogs had a little accident. Well, Holly is in heat, so I have been giving her wet food because she is being really fickle and won't touch her dry food. Well, it had a bad effect on her and she had explosive diarrhea and then puked on top of that. She must have been tired of standing up in her crate, so sometime during the day she sat down in it. I had to take her in the backyard to hose her down before I could give her a bath. I sprayed and sprayed, but couldn't get the water pressure to go up. So we went upstairs to the bathroom...I bathed her...stuck her in Champs with him while I went to clean hers. I messed with the water a little more because the pressure sucked, but no luck. I noticed it was running down the wall instead of going into the hose, but didn't think anything of it.....UNTIL I walked inside and heard water pouring. I ran around the house frantically until I found it. Yep, it's true, my basement is flooded...my landlords are here cleaning up the water...we are leaving tomorrow...the sheetrock has to be torn down to replace the BROKEN PIPE, they won't do it while we are here, we have to wait until Tuesday to get it replaced, our house smells horrible, and I still haven't packed, eaten dinner, or gotten anything ready. So I resorted to blogging while Tom watches over my landlords like a hawk. Did I ever mention they are gay, so Toms masculinity works overtime while they are here. What are those birds that walk around with their chests puffed out? That's Tom right now, it's pretty funny. UGH!!!!!