Friday, August 13, 2010

AAARRRRRGGGGHHHHH. This is what I get for Complaining!

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.

10 comments:

  1. That really sucks! I'm sorry. But, look at the bright side, you've already started your home exercise routine, no books or weird 1980s outfit needed. ;)

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  2. So not fun. Hope things get dried out and unwaterlogged quickly and without too much fuss.

    I have a friend who for weddings and baby showers (if he didn't know the couple when they got married) gives shop vacs as gifts. He used to take a lot of flak for that. Now, enough of his friends have used his present for bailing out flooded basements and bathrooms and many, many other home emergencies that he's pretty much worshipped as a gift giving minor diety...and he regularly gets thank you cards for gifts given many years prior. After hearing many, many stories of people having water issues in their homes recently (not sure what it is, but it's apparently contagious), I'm thinking that I need to either get married or have a kid and let Brett know...or maybe I'll just go to Home Depot myself...that's probably the easier way.

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  3. That's so... yeah, no words. Where's the home teachers with the shop vacs and fans when you need them at midnight? They must not be living right, if they didn't get the impression to run right over. (Not that I can throw stones....)

    Still, I fail to see how this can keep you from the Shakespeare Festival! Was your car parked in the basement? Won't carpets dry better if you're not around to walk on them? This is a bad excuse to miss the festival. Go anyway. :)

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  4. You didn't like your carpet anyway, right? I'm guessing. I personally hate ours. Maybe we need a flood.

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  5. I'm snarling for you. And so sorry! Seriously - you have to miss Shakespeare??? What can we do to help over here? Do you want to send the boys over for a good dose of estrogen, pink, and dress-ups?? Really, I'm here all day. And I would love to take them if you need me!

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  6. Ouch, I am so sorry! I remember that happening many times up at our Bountiful home. I feel for you. Is there anything that I can do? I would be happy to help out. My handy man does come in handy. Try and have a great time at the festival. If you need my you know where I can be found.

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  7. Thanks y'all for your sympathies. At the last minute, I decided to leave Sam at home with the flood. I packed Kid C in the car, and now I'm in Cedar City at the Shakespeare festival.

    Is that so wrong?

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  8. That's awful, I'm so sorry!!!

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  9. Big-giant-sized-Cam-bum bummer! So sorry.

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  10. Thanks again, everyone. It looks like we're going to be able to save the carpet! Maybe not the wall, but at least the carpet!

    Thank the stars for little things.

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