It just goes to show you

I was all set this morning to do my kettlebell DVD, write a quick blog post about the car I test drove last week, then head off to another test drive. (I still plan to post about the Hyundai Sonata later today.)

Instead, when I went to get my pets their breakfast, I was greeted by standing water in my basement. Thankfully, it wasn't deep and it wasn't waste water. The feed from the water softener became disconnected somehow -- we're trying to blame the cat for that one -- and leaked. It may not be poo water but it was already starting to smell mildewy and it seeped under the carpet at the bottom of the stairs. So, instead of a kettlebell workout, the S.O. and I got a workout by carrying boxes, running the carpet cleaner and the wet/dry vac and moving the washing machine and dryer out of the way (O.K., yes, he did most of the heavy lifting).

And the whole time all I could think of were the immortal words of Roseanne Roseannadanna: "It just goes to show you, it's always something."

If you're not familiar with Roseanne Roseannadanna, you should be. Gilda Radner was one of the funniest ladies of all time. Check out this video from a live performance. Classic.


Update: I realized later that most of you don't know that I had to have my windshield replaced yesterday and were probably thinking, "What's she on about with this 'It's always something' crap. Well, between the crapped-out laptop, the cracked windshield and the flooded basement, I was feeling like karma was out to get me a little. Nothing major. Just like "it's always something."