This showed up in my mailbox (clarification: my email inbox... not my real mailbox, although that thought makes some of the guesses even funnier.) in the wee hours of the morning...first person who correctly guesses who sent it, wins a prize.
I'm glad we've only sent fish to the freezer. I don't think I want to see frozen Zombies. I'm guessing if Blue Girl was sent to the freezer, she's be even bluer, and we don't need to see that.
I don't know about thunder. Can you freeze thunder?? I know you can't catch the wind, but... can you freeze thunder.
The one room in the house that is supposed to be "finished"... the one room in the house that was actually redone this century and shouldn't need to be touched until our decor wishes change, has had yet another run in with water... the 5th, I believe. However, this time, the water was not due to foundation issues, or unprecedented rainfall, or even the breaking of the upstairs bathroom pipe. No, water found its way into this room in yet a new manner...
The lamblets and I returned home today to find water spilling out of the light fixtures on the ceiling of the basement. Never a good sign. Water was starting to make the ceiling bulge and was coming out of the drywall seams. Drywall... heh.
I ran and turned off the water main, assuming we'd broken a pipe, but then realized, there are no piped above this room... there are no sinks, there are no bathtubs... but there are fish tanks. Two large ones. Yep, one of them had popped a seal on the bottom and water was gurgling out. Nope, no clean water for our ceiling! Only poop-riddled, skanky fish water will do! Argh.
Underneath the fish tanks?? Down in the finished basement? The plasma TV, the stereo, the Wii, etc, etc, etc. They'll probably dry out and will smell like fish jerky, but the ceiling? Grizzled reminded me of all of the insulation the former owner said he put in. It's not ever going to dry and it will mold.
Grizzled and I must be Sisyphus and that freaking basement is our boulder.