Too bad it was hotter than sin plus the head of the fire. Thankfully, no one passed out and everyone stayed relatively hydrated (except me). It seems that taking care of everyone else first is a common theme for me. There was no falling out on my part, just feeling like dog poo Sunday.
We cleaned up all the rigs at the station and power-washed the three inches of mud. The Lieutenant and I ran home, showered and headed over to the neice's 6th birthday party. (I can't believe that little squirt is already 6 years old. She was a preemie at 4lb 10oz that could fit into the palm of your hand. Now she is a beanpole that is bored in all of her classes and can't wait to be in first grade.)
While I was heating up some lunch, slowly raising my arms to restrict the amount of chaffing of my tank top on my back, I felt someone poke me, right.in.the.sunburn.
Resisting the urge to turn around and swing at whoever was brave enough to poke a tired, cranky, hungry, dehydrated and fried Bernice, I relized it was my sister's MIL. Thankfully, the worst of what I said was, "What the hell are you doing?"
Apparently she thought it was hilarious and attempted to poke me again.
"Seriously, that just isn't very nice."
Sadistic bitch.
I just stood there, staring at her and she just laughed. I knew I didn't like her...
She left the room, I ate my food and promptly fell asleep, face down, on kitchen table. I woke up to three screaming 6 year old girls arguing over who was going to be the "daddy" while they played house.
I HAD to leave and it was time to mozy on to the next scheduled event... the pub crawl. It was a disaster, but I made it. I didn't yell, scream or cry. Which for me, is a miracle.
Sunday we slept in, and it was good. The rain started again shortly after we woke up and that was when the real fun started.
Water.In.The.Basement.
It was literally pouring in the cracks from the wall. I wonder if we can call that an indoor fountain when we go to sell it... that has to add some value to the house, right? We took turns switching out the buckets to catch it and dump it in the tank. I am glad I convinced the Lieutenant to at least go down and make sure boxes were away from the wall and my artwork was up off the floor. Otherwise we wouldn't have known and tons of stuff would have been ruined.
Today we contact the town about permits to do a wall dig, put flood insurance on the house and purchase shelves and more rubbermaid bins. I swear we will be in the poor house soon. BUT on the bright side, our house is still standing, the power stayed on and the giant ded tree stayed in the upright position.
There was more drama this weekend that I just don't have the energy to talk about. If the rain doesn't stop, I think we may be looking into how to build an ark, or at least stocking up the boat, you know, just in case.
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