He's Doing It Again

There is a radio station in St. Louis, KSHE 95. A really great station, a historic rock and roll station that is as old as rock and roll itself. They used to run a TV commercial where a little kid runs to his mother saying "Momma, Momma, he's going it again." His mom says "He's going it again? Doing WHAT again?" The commercial cuts to them opening a door and seeing the kid's dad jumping around, playing air guitar and acting like a tard. Why that was supposed to make anybody want to listen to KSHE is beyond me.

Anyway, it's deja vu all over again. But first, a little more background information. We sold my car. It was starting to have mechanical problems, so we got rid of it. Actually, we sold it to our mechanic. Anyway, since we still have three cars we used the money to buy a wood stove. When our neighbor's house caught on fire we bought a gas stove with the insurance money we got because our siding got melted. It's the American way, isn't it? But even though it seemed to make more sense to get the gas stove than to get a fireplace or wood stove, I always thought deep down a real stove would be better. Now I know I was right.

We bought an Ashley wood stove and put it down in the basement. Oh my god. I love warm floors. It wouldn't be the same if we had bought it instead of the gas stove, because we would have probably put it where the gas stove is, and the floor would still be cold, even if the fire was going full blast.

So back to the deja vu. We were down in the basement checking out the wood stove when I heard water running. I could see water running down from the ceiling right in the middle of the basement. It wasn't near the kitchen, or either bathroom. Not under the aquarium or any sort of water containing vessel of any kind. Keith walked over and checked it out and said the water was warm. I knew it. Buddy strikes again. I went upstairs and he was laying on the floor in the kitchen just like nothing happened. I walked in the hall and there was a great big puddle right in the middle of the hall.

Buddy, oh Buddy, what are we going to do with you. Once was a fluke, twice is a coincidence, third time is going to be suspicious.