i think we need to learn to laugh at this stuff, otherwise we'll just cry all the time

i'm trying to think of what to say to barclay when he gets home from work today.
"the good news is, you're married to me. and i did the laundry today. and also remember how yesterday i cooked you supper and you reallyreally liked it? and also would you like a back rub? the bad news is i flooded the basement. and also would you like a back rub?"

there's this thing that you're supposed to open before you turn on the washing machine and this hose you're supposed to run through the opening and whatever, and who remembers to do everything all the time anyways right? [i never remember to do anything half of the time.]
i went downstairs and stood in the water for a while, shaking a mental fist at the unknown cause of my soggy toes [not much makes me grumpier than soggy toes] before i realized that i was the cause. i sloshed through the laundry room, spun open the valve, and stood there in the giant toilet that is my basement as the water swirled past me down the drain.
everything's wet.