I came home yesterday, dead tired. My afternoon portion of the job is lethally boring; no kids for the past 2 days. (But on the up side, I read a lot of that Stephen King novel).
I slunk into the house as Hubby was still working out back in his Archery shop. I dropped my stuff to the computer desk and noticed a package from a place where Aloha means something nice no matter how you use it. I headed for the kitchen to get a knife to open the box. But my shortcut to the hall through our bathroom stopped me dead in my tracks. What in the world had Hubby left on the bathroom floor?
Unable to make it out in the semi-darkness, I flipped on the bathroom light. And found this.
Stunned, my mind mutter a phrase Mom wouldn't approve of as I stared harder, trying to make my mind wrap around this odd patch of pink fluff. Then I looked up.
I backtracked to the phone, dialed Hubby and asked, "When was the last time you were in the house today?" His reply of early afternoon made me add, "And was everything okay when you went back to work?" When he advised that it was, I sighed, "Well it's not now. Part of our hall ceiling appears to be on the floor."
And on the top of the bathroom door. On the picture behind the door. On my Great Aunt's antique table, my Great Grandfather's Family Bible, plus a lamp and an 1882 American Dictionary.
What a mess! It looked like cotton candy from hell, accompanied by the steady dripping of water indoors.
For those of you who visit here fairly regularly, you'll recall in late June I discussed a close call we had when a mini-tornado touched down in the backyard. If you're bored, you can read about it here. We were lucky to just lose trees. Or so we thought.
Long story short: evidently THAT storm loosened several shingles on the roof. After 39 days of NO rain, we received 3 inches on Tuesday and it rained all day Wednesday. So as it rained inside our house yesterday, Hubby called a customer who's a Contractor, who proceeded to re-shingle to stop the indoor rain shower. Now we have to wait for things to dry up before we begin repairs. Fortunately we have a carpet shampooer, which allowed us to suck up all the excess water out of the carpet so it didn't ruin the floor too.
How did the house KNOW I go on vacation next week? Am I going to have to start spelling around it now too?
Which is why I'll be a little too preoccupied to play Friday 55 this week. No one wants to hear "Hey look! All that insulation we added 2 years ago came downstairs to check on us!" in 55 words. :) I'm just glad none of us were in the hall at the time.
So thanks Thom...you put the smile back in the day when your box was opened. Never has one man been so happy to have Mac Nuts with his Bourbon and Coke. :)