Well, I'm on vacation this week, and it's a good thing I am, because otherwise I wouldn't have been able to spend the last few days in my basement wearing knee-high rubber boots, using a giant broom to push water in the direction of my sump pump. It's very much like one of those MTV "Spring Break" specials, only instead of almost naked girls doing "Crunk" dancing, there's swiftly moldifying cardboard and weird floaty things that look like they may have swum up a drain with the express purpose of trying to kill me.
But I'm not complaining: So far nothing especially important has floated away, and also, I've yet to be spotted in a montage on New England Cable News being rowed to safety in a rubber life raft with my dog. So there's that. And meanwhile, word has it that Gov. Mitt Romney has called in the big guns.
Who lives in his basement under the sea?
Soiled and tired and cranky is he.
If humorous nonsense is something you crave,
Then help him drain out his mucky new cave!
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