The first year in over a decade that south Texas has been out of drought conditions, and aside from exibit A and B, I am happy. The rain flooded my yard/house several times this spring, resulting in the lovely concrete floor that use to be the garage becoming our living room for over a month. It all started when the tree fell on the house. Small leak...more rain...yard flood...more rain...2 of every creature began to ring the door bell asking for some dude named Noah. Long story short the carpet went sour. They ripped it up, waited for the insurance guys to give them money, a month later we get the tile ready to lay, happy days are here again. Right? The tile is in the closet, the 55 gallon fish tak had to be emptied to put down said tile, and here I sit in my pajamas, no tile guys, a fish market in my living room, and a message on the machine that says, sorry we can't come til the end of the week. Meanwhile, the cat thinks we have put in an all you can eat sushi buffet, the dogs can't believe their good fortune at having a water dish so large, and I am frantically trying to rig up the pump thingy held in place by a towel and tape so the fish can breathe. All 40 of them. Not to mention the damn donut hole from yesterday. Next blog down if that made no sense. It's 1 :45 I'm going to have a beer....
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