Yabadabadoo

So it's the day before the big storm, right? Windows are boarded up, sandbags are in the doorway and I've got tons of tuna and canned soup and I'm hunkering down, waiting for Wilma. What could possibly happen?

Nothing except my toilet backs up and it spills into the shower and my room smells like sewage central. I see bits of corn and oatmeal swirling in a brown-colored brew. What's absolutely compelling about the situation is that I have to pee after the enormous amounts of tea I'd imbibed at breakfast.

Funny thing is that Wilma isn't even here yet and I am already ankle deep in shit.