Basement Surprise
So I started this blog yesterday, and already I want to post again! This is a total drug! And I succumbed to peer pressure! Wait a minute, does this thing do spell check? We're gonna be in trouble soon. And I'll look dumb, and you'll laugh... Ah well. Okay, so what story do I want to tell? I have no idea! Something big happened yesterday...
This is how it all took place:
My dad is helping us build fences at the back of the yard so my almost one year old doesn't fall to his death. Especially as we will begin building him a playset tomorrow afternoon... but that's distracting us from the matter at hand. So, we live on a big rock basically, and to sink fence posts into the ground, one has to dig. And dig. And dig. And when I say dig, I really mean move this rock, then another, then another. Well, my dad and our helper friend found a rock they simply could not move, nor could the fence be diverted, so the answer was to cement the fence post to the rock! Well, anybody who has ever watched one of those home shows knows that cement takes water to make. Simple enough really, just add water, mix, and pour. It's like those Jiffy mixes when you want corn bread! Anyway, my dad turns the faucet, and no water comes out. So my husband says "it must be off inside the house!" and rushes to turn it on. Well, he couldn't move the handle wheel, so my dad gets a pair of pliars and suddenly we hear rushing water. Success we think! So outside my dad and husband go, but still no water there! Where could it be? Quick as lightning, my husband rushes in only to find our storage room filling with water. "Turn it off!" he yells at me (like this is some how my fault?). And when we enter the room, I thought my husband was going to cry (or punch something). Boxes and posters were drenched. He left to retrieve a wet-vac from his parents house while my parents and I began the work of drying things off as fast as we could. Luckily, the only items that are truely ruined, are the items that are replaceable, or simply not that important. But my husband does not wish to see the bright side just yet.
And that's the story of the Great Flood of Ott-Six.
This is how it all took place:
My dad is helping us build fences at the back of the yard so my almost one year old doesn't fall to his death. Especially as we will begin building him a playset tomorrow afternoon... but that's distracting us from the matter at hand. So, we live on a big rock basically, and to sink fence posts into the ground, one has to dig. And dig. And dig. And when I say dig, I really mean move this rock, then another, then another. Well, my dad and our helper friend found a rock they simply could not move, nor could the fence be diverted, so the answer was to cement the fence post to the rock! Well, anybody who has ever watched one of those home shows knows that cement takes water to make. Simple enough really, just add water, mix, and pour. It's like those Jiffy mixes when you want corn bread! Anyway, my dad turns the faucet, and no water comes out. So my husband says "it must be off inside the house!" and rushes to turn it on. Well, he couldn't move the handle wheel, so my dad gets a pair of pliars and suddenly we hear rushing water. Success we think! So outside my dad and husband go, but still no water there! Where could it be? Quick as lightning, my husband rushes in only to find our storage room filling with water. "Turn it off!" he yells at me (like this is some how my fault?). And when we enter the room, I thought my husband was going to cry (or punch something). Boxes and posters were drenched. He left to retrieve a wet-vac from his parents house while my parents and I began the work of drying things off as fast as we could. Luckily, the only items that are truely ruined, are the items that are replaceable, or simply not that important. But my husband does not wish to see the bright side just yet.
And that's the story of the Great Flood of Ott-Six.
posted by spnstr @ 8:09 AM
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