Basement...

I haven't been down there yet today, but my mom says its flooded again, on the finished side. That being the side where all my stuff is. It has been a day, I tell ya. Goose was supposed to go to the vet today. I was running around for 10 minutes trying to locate his travel cage and couldn't find it. Finally I get in touch with my dad who knew where it was and I pull it out, trip on either the stool or the Treadmill, not sure which, fling the cage across the floor, hear my ankle pop, and down I went. I am not exactly sure what happened next- if I said some foul words and then said goodbye to my father or the other way around. I then attempted to stand and get goose into his cage, he bit me and flew onto the floor, I called the vet, told them it just wasn't going to happen today, crawled to the freezer for an ice pack, waited for goose to decide that he wanted his ducky, put him back in his cage and crawled back to the couch. It hurts pretty bad, but I will be okay. I just need to figure out how to get that carpet tile out of the basement and I think I am going to paint the floor a nice grassy green color.