Midas

Floods are fun, like a reason to remove and replace all kinds of old stuff which gets ruined by rising waters. Sump-pumps are also fun. Especially when they pump vast amounts of potable city water right back out of the basement back into the city sewer. This results in much cleaner carpet than you'd normally get. However unless you've also got some kind of weird gas leak or way to vaporize the water it turns out to that it is not all that sanitary. Improvement yes, totally clean and sanitized, no. Mostly like what happens when elephants are left in the elephant house at the zoo for like 2 weeks straight during a blizzard and the electricity is on again, off again and the handlers make it in to check on them about every 3 or 4 days due to the bad traffic, accidents and general societal chaos and shutdown induced by 3 feet of snowfall. This could lead on to wonder exactly what fall is supposed to feel like or if fall feel and fel are indeed past parcipitates of some larger granualar syntactic object passed down from somewhere in the ancestral past of the speakers of common english. At this point you are also likly wondering what this all has to do with leeann rhymes. Granted, it's spelt incorrectly, but you get the point. Like what happens when you get stabbed with a shiv and wonder if it used to be a spoon, screwdriver, drill-bit, or ear-piece from somebodies glasses. It matters about that much. Really, like would you do that kind of thinking if you were a spiny echidna and some stupid also-ran marsupial like the platypus decided to muscle in on your prime grass hummock? Definitely not. As befit any bearer of proper eggs you'd simply improperly injest some more arthritic gold treatments and pray that the accretions on the outer layers built up to noticeable levels before the giants get back. Not that there is anything wrong with either giants or country music. They never rhyme much anyways.