At least it's clean

We watched "Surrogates" tonight. If you don't know, the basic premise is that people hook up to a computer grid that let's them wander the world in made-to-order bodies. "Life . . . Only better," says and advertising tag line for the company that makes them.

I found it very well done and think it would be good for a Popcorn Theology night -- popcorn and a movie with a church group.

After the movie I tossed a load of towels in the wash, watched a bit of Mythbusters, then came upstairs to work on the sermon a bit. Just as I was settling into the office chair, I hear, "Oh no . . . water in the kitchen!"

Followed by a bunch of yelling.

I rushed downstairs to find the kitchen and washroom flooded, starting to pour into the dining room, and the washing machine continuing to pump out water. We shut down the washer and then spent the next hour or so mopping up.

The problem, I think, is that the timer on the washer never moved, so it just sat and filled and filled and filled and filled and filled and filled and filled and . . . yeah.

But, at least the floors are clean now. Sometimes we need a well-placed disaster to get rid of all the dust monsters that accumulate.