Peace and serenity lasted for ONE freakin’ New York minute.

In order to balance out the large hole or as I like to refer to it, the new unscheduled skylight in our NYC apartment, I had a flood in my Los Angeles home yesterday.

Yes, another deluge and people say it never rains in southern California.

I discovered a water wall in my hallway and second bedroom. To make matters more interesting, water was pouring out of the fuse box. Believe me, I gave credence to just sticking my finger in the fuse box and ending the madness.

So now I am dealing with damages on both coasts. Who doesn’t strive for parity?

It is a good thing I am so knowledgeable about water. I ran to the garage and turned off the water which ended the deluge.

As usual, when damages occur, my husband is out of town.

I needed to offset the break from preparing three meals a day and the ease of making a less messy bed in the morning with being able to joyfully freak the fuck out, mop up new wood floors and schedule the painters to pay a return visit to redo the walls which were finished to perfection a mere 4 months ago…Joy to the World.

There is no doubting that I can handle a crisis, but I am a bit tired of being tested.

Water needs to stay on the outside of my homes. Call in the Feng Shui expert and create a waterproof  aura.

Cry me a river.

Enjoy Justin Timberlake singing, Cry Me A River.