It comes in three's or four's or five's.

...well for things that go bad that is. Dan is gone on 4x4 adventure with his buddies, which means I get the house to myself. Woot. My plan of attack for today after word was to paint cabinets (Dan has no clue about that!). I get off work early, start the sprinklers for the second time since Dan put the new system in place, and prep for my oil base paint adventure. 35 minutes later I am done with painting and now it is time to clean up and shut off the sprinklers. As I am turning around to head into the garage I notice my perfect dog Willow knock a fence board into the neighbors yard. Not the first time this has happened, so no biggie I can fix it once I am done cleaning the paint brush and roller. Uh ya. Into the garage I go to 'wash' off the oil base paint. I grab the roller with my right hand and squeeze the paint out, but now the paint is literally stuck to my hand and there is nothing I can do to get it off. Quickly I am looking for the mineral spirits, but no such luck. I call my dad, no answer, I freak out. My hand is ALL white, my sprinklers are still on. Then I think... I am going to have to drive Ace Hardware with a white hand and buy paint thinner? OMG, I really hope not. My dad calls me back, we laugh at the stupidity I have gotten myself into... then I find some paint thinner. All is good, right? Wrong. I scrub my tools and my hand. Not all the paint came off but I can deal. I head out front to shut the sprinklers off. I can only get one off, and the other is not moving... then I notice one the sprinkler heads is fubared again, causing major water leakage every where. What a waste of water. I call my dad with a 'sprinkler emergency' and give him the details of what is happening. My dad says he is on his way (he lives like four blocks away). In route of him getting to my house I able to shut the sprinklers off, but I am concerned about the sprinkler head so I try 'fix' it. I move some grass around and start the sprinklers again in hopes that I did something right. Wishful thinking on my part. The water shoots the sprinkler head up into the air and onto sidewalk. As I am rushing to turn the sprinklers off I turn knob the wrong way and it comes off in my hand, so now I have water shooting up in face. Wonderful. I rush to put the knob back on and turn the sprinklers off. My dad arrives and we both start laughing at what I had manage to do since I got home. My dad fixes the sprinklers and the fence. God bless him. He saved my butt tonight. During my dad's visit I go into my hall closet to search for something and smell cat pee. Eww, not again. I find the source of the smell, which is all over my big bag that stores all my purses. Not good. Well hte house stuff is fixed, but now one of my cats is ill. My beloved Banschi has been lethargic all day so I determine it was him and not Spuds.
Tomorrow I am going to the NorCal RenFaire with my mother in-law and sister in-law. Before I head their way I now need to drop Banschi off at the vet. He never acts likes this, and I am very worried. Since I former employee and current volunteer at the vet I get the celebrity treatment, so I know he will be taken care of over the weekend.
Poor Dan has no idea of what had happened since he had been gone in the past 24 hours. His fence need permanent help, his sprinklers need assistance (or I need sprinklers for dummies 101), and his cat (Spuds is mine) is sickly. Let's hope the weekend gets better for me and the cats!