The basement flooded last night as flash floods came through Illinois. It's like the universe said, "Oh were you catching up? Silly me! Let's get that stopped right this minute. (Flash Flood) There you go now. Overwhelmed and indebted just as you are meant to be. Right-o!" (I don't know why the universe has a British accent).
We do have insurance, in fact I doubled it after the last flood. Which I was all gleeful about when the rain started pouring in through the crevices around the ejector pit. But then I realized that the insurance company will think I've got some kind of racket going. Two claims in one year, the second being twice as much, might make for quite few hoops to jump through before we can get our Allstate cash.
But if we do get the money to repair the basement again, Luna Carpeting better bring some flowers and chocolate when they get here. Because this will the the third time in 2 years that they've laid carpet down here. (The first was just because it was old and needed it.) At this point I think I've paid them enough that they may even need to put out a little when they come. Sweep some floors, wash some toilets..get dirty with me.
Ok, all good humor is a total front to force myself to rally at this point. I keep reminding myself that there are so many blogger friends out there who's husband's have lost their jobs, have sick children, etc. So a basement filled with ground water. Meh. Right? Fuck.