The winds are howling outside, and the snow is swirling and drifting into sculptured mounds like sand dunes. I had hoped we were done with winter but no, gotta get outside and do some more shoveling. And the snow had just about melted when this storm arrived. Wednesday we had a big warmup and hit 50 degrees. That was the day I came home from work and went down to look for something in the garage where I discovered a veritable waterfall pouring through the middle of the ceiling. I'm not talking a drip, and even leak sounds too tame. I sprang into action and got out the camping coolers to put under the falls. I noticed lots of nude dancers belongings were soiled and the floor of the garage was a lake. There is a drain with a wire wrapped around it that must have been frozen. I found the end of the wire and plugged it into the socket, hoping that this would ease the situation. It did after about twenty minutes. As I was fretting and dumping the coolers, I kept wondering why it stank so much and why the water was so yellow.
Then it dawned on me.
Our patio is on the roof of the garage. Sara does her business these days on the patio. So we had a winter's worth of Sara pee frozen in the space between the patio's wood planks and the roof. This, now melted pee, covered my body and most of nude dancer's things. It was so disgusting, but I howled with laughter anyway (what else is there to do in such situations?) and went upstairs to shower. Once the drain unfroze, the waterfall stopped. The garage will probably be stinky for months.