I guess I shouldn't complain about being bored in August. Our entire basement flooded last night (due to an evil sprinkler). We discovered it at about midnight, and spent all night sloshing through the carpet, moving furniture, assessing the damage.
I used Kid C's beach bucket to empty out a window well that was filled to the brim. Squat, scoop, stand, dump. Repeat.
Eventually my legs stopped working. I literally couldn't climb the stairs.
Anywho, there goes our trip to the Shakespeare Festival. At least I'm no longer bored. Rackin' Frakkin', Shickety Brickets.