Last time I returned home from a visit at my folks I had ants in my pants.
Or more specifically ants, TONS of them, in my underwear drawer after they found my stash of dash-2's potty treats, dum dum lollipops.
This time I thought I had a handle on things. I no longer keep any stashes of food in my underwear drawer and well, what else could go wrong. Ha, how stupid of me to even wonder. I returned home this afternoon to find it raining.
IN MY CENTER HALLWAY
In case there is anyone out there who needs clarification, rain should be on the outside of ones house, not in their center hallway. And certainly not coming from a bathroom pipe by way of the ceiling.
Imagine my surprise as I drop the mail on the table only to notice simultaneously an odd musty smell and a strange whooshing sound.
Good times, good times.
More frustrations were piled on when you add in the following factors,
-of course flyboy is not around
-I skipped a shower this morning to take a nice refreshing one in my own shower this evening
-I don't have any water
-I couldn't go over to my friends house to shower as she so nicely offered because the "handyman" who was coming to check out the mess was 2 hours late
-dash-1 has school in the morning and then we must go to base to take care of tricare stuff so even if the water gets turned on before tomorrow night (which see below to see why it probably wont) I'll have to run my errands looking like a hot mess
-it would appear that we have the B team working on getting this mess fixed.
Really murphy, I'd rather have had the ants.
3 hours ago