Went to St. Louis. Visited with my terribly cute nephews. Yelled at my aunt. (she's partially deaf)
Came home to water in our basement/family room.
The one thing that's made all the home improvements and debt we've incurred in this house is my mantra, "At least the basement is dry."
At our last house the basement flooded twice. I'd tried to seal off the basement before I finished. But not two months after we'd finished a year's worth of work, water came up through the drain. We replaced the carpet and it flooded again.
It wasn't a difficult decision to move.
But apparently now it's time to move again.
I've been grumpy about it all week wondering what we can do.
The only thing that cheers me up is this:
