Last night the spousal unit and I played a rousing game of Let's Find The Septic Tank Lids.

I know, I know. It may SEEM to you as if we're having all the fun, but let me assure you that fun is an infinite and renewable resource and really we're leaving lots and lots of fun for the rest of you.

Really.

We did eventually find the lids and then, of course, the real fun began because whoever designed our septic tank was born with only lower brain stem functions and really didn't think through the issue of the lids very well.

Cognitive ability is highly, highly underrated if you ask me.

Now if they had designed those cement lids with a small lip around the edge, then the lids would sit on top of the tank opening, things would be sealed and said lid would just pop off for the biannual pumping.

But oh, no, that would be too simple.

Instead, the lid is sort of wedge shaped and so once it's fitted into the tank and a little dirt works into the crack it seals with a force that would make the makers of Super Glue envious.

The spousal unit eventually had to take a hammer and cement chisel to it to work it loose enough that it would open. As you can imagine, that coupled with all the work of digging around the approximate area to find the freaking lids put him in a wonderful, wonderful mood.

He'd scheduled the guy to come today to pump out the tank. I know. We arranged The Big Event of the Week for Monday and after today the rest of the week will be all downhill. What can I say?

Sometimes we're reckless that way.

I casually asked the spousal unit what time he had scheduled the septic sucking guy's arrival.

Schedule?

There was a need to schedule?

HEY, WHY WOULD I WANT TO DO ANYTHING BUT HANG AROUND THE HOUSE ALL DAY AND WAIT FOR THE SEPTIC SUCKING GUY TO SHOW UP?

When I heard that small factoid *I* was in a wonderful, wonderful mood because I have a long list of errands for this week and I was hoping to knock some of it off today.

Fine.

Oh, and it's supposed to be a bazillion degrees today which will probably make things extremely, extremely um, er, ah, "fragrant" around here if the septic sucking guy leaves this place until the end of the day.

Fine.