John just called me this morning to inform me that a water pipe burst in our basement, flooding our storage area and the carpet outside the storage area.
I tried to stop myself from screaming "OH MY GOD GET IN THERE AND GET EVERYTHING OUT OF THE STORAGE AREA!!! I HOPE THERE ARE NO PHOTO ALBUMS IN THERE! ALL MY CHRISTMAS DECORATIONS AND ALL THE BOXES WE CAREFULLY SAVED FROM THE MOVE AND ALL MY OLD JOURNALS AND THE TAX RECORDS AND FILES AND PIANO MUSIC AND THE BABY ITEMS! WHY ARE WE TALKING ON THE PHONE WHEN OUR STUFF IS SITTING IN WATER!?"
But, I remained calm and suggested he call a plumber. I am totally wishing I were there to RESCUE OUR STUFF AND START DRYING OFF THE CARPET!
Poor John! He was in Alaska by himself while I was in Texas earlier this year and the furnace blew up and pipes were freezing left and right. We seem to have some bad luck in this department.
Becca and I are heading back this afternoon and I cannot get there soon enough to rescue poor John (and my stuff in the STORAGE ROOM!)
*Updates: Becca just walked in here with her hand covered in something brown and foul-smelling and said, "Mommy, I need to wash my hands." Grrrrrrreat. John just called to say that he rescued all our stuff and put it up on dry land and also we need a new hot-water heater and they can't fix it until tomorrow. Guess I better take a long shower here before I leave!
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