As my friend Erik would say, “The hits just keep on comin’.” This is hit number three. Number one was the tree coming down in the yard. (Which is still not all removed and cleaned up of course. My fault.) Hit number two; even though there was no apparent damage to my daughter’s bedroom roof because of the tree, apparently there is hidden damage after all and her ceiling next to the window is now leaking like a sieve when it rains. Hit number three was this little present, … a blown out pool liner yesterday when no one was even in the pool that flooded my back yard with 14 thousand gallons of water. This is the second liner that I will have had to replace in three years. The first one exploded after my daughter shot it with a high power hunting rifle. (“Gee Dad, … I wasn’t paying attention to where the bullet was going!”) Now this. Geeeesh. At least these things are only supposed to come in threes.