A lot has happened lately...a lot of crap, that is. Or, more accurately, a lot of water. Since school got out, Mark has been spending a lot of time sleeping upstairs instead of downstairs in the basement (where his room is, just in case you were wondering). Because of this, we didn't notice that our water heater had been leaking and leaking and leaking...Let's just say that by the time we realized what was happening, Mark's carpet was soaked and the legs of his desk had grown some fuzz. Thankfully, it did not wander any further, like into our bedroom or our storage room. Phew! I am also so thankful to know a man in our ward who fixes that kind of stuff and he helped us out. Thank you, Brother Bohne.
We called our insurance and will be getting that squared away, but in the meantime, Mark is permanently sleeping upstairs and will hopefully just move into his new bedroom upstairs. It will then be Wynter's wait to move into the moldy bedroom downstairs (after we get it all fixed, of course). Poor girl. She shares a room with 2 boys. Two very gross boys (her words). Need I say more?
Then, about a week ago, it was very windy. We have several very, very large/tall trees in our yard. When it gets windy like that, we move all vehicles out of the driveway. From past experience, we know that limbs fall and they break stuff they fall on (go figure)! In fact, it had been windy for a couple of days and we had 2 very large limbs fall; one in our back yard and one in our front yard. But, on this particular day, the limb fell onto our neighbor's roof. Nah dang!!! John went over and assessed the damage and it looked like it just took off a shingle. But the neighbors would like us to have a professional look at it anyway. Ho hum...
And finally, we own a Kirby vacuum. I was going through at least 1 vacuum per year and I wanted a vacuum that was more reliable and that REALLY sucked! The Kirby has been a wonderful vacuum. It has lasted 7 years. But a few weeks ago, it began shooting sparks out from the engine when it was first turned on. And now? Well now, it still sparks, but in order to get it to turn on, you have to jiggle and fiddle with the head to get it to start. So, you turn it on and nothing happens...then you fiddle...(near where the sparks shoot out)and then it turns on after 2 trys of fiddling? or maybe 3? or maybe 5? You never know and so when it comes on, IT. IS. STARTLING. And then WATCH OUT! You could be shocked, too. Good times.
Isn't there some kind of rule? Experience 3 bad things and you'll get 1 really good thing? There's got to be some kind of rule like that somewhere. I'm sure of it.
