Water Water Everywhere, Not a Drop to Drink

While there are no pictures to graphically explain the situation at our house last night, I will do my best to give as vivid a description as possible while also explaining the meaning of this post's title.

Last night after we got home from work we set out to do all our usual tasks: feed animals, do the dishes, pick up the house, etc. For some reason lately Matt has started doign the laundry on Thursday and Friday evenings instead of our normal Saturday mornings. Whatever, I went with it and put a load of whites into the washing machine.

I sat down and got cozy watching Grey's Anatomy reruns. I noticed that Scarlet was standing in front of the laundry room door peering under neath, apparently looking at something. She does this a lot when she sees a bug or an odd looking dirt/leaf something. Didn't think much of it and Matt was in the kitchen unloading the dishwasher. About 10 minutes went by and the cat was still staring at the door, except now she was backing up and shaking her paws like something had gotten on them. I thought, "Oh, she must have killed a bug". So I got up and headed over. Once I reached the laundry room door it became apparent what she was starring at. Streams of water were coming up over the threshold and into the hallways and quickly making its way into our bedroom and the living room. Yes, I said streams - like a creek!!!

Now, I need to explain something to everyone that really only Matt and my mother know about me. When something crazy, horrible, and completely mind-blowing happens, I'm one of those people who just verbally freezes. I retain all mechanical ability, but all I'm able to do is scream. Don't know why, but it takes me at least 20 seconds to be able to respond with anything other than explatives. Now, this makes my husband very angry. He doesn't understand how I am not able to "use my words" as he says, and explain what it is that is happening. Now, with that all explained, onward we go...

I immediately think about our hardwood floors and run to the bathroom to get every towel we own and just start throwing them on the floor. Matt is in action ankle deep in the laundry room trying to see what the issue is. Nothing coming out the top of washer. Nothing coming out the wall where the pipes are. Um, where's it coming from. "The Bottom! It's coming from the Bottom!!". So Matt runs into the garage and immediately cuts off the wtaer supply to the entire house. Reflief... the streaming has stopped, but there is still 2 inches of water in the laundry room which is now inching it's way into the house.

I'm still mopping up water with towels at this point. Trying to save our beloved hardwood floors. Now, with a clear head, I think to call Charlie, our go-to guy/handy man/home improvement savant. He is our resident life saver. I called and he was ringing our door bell 10 minutes later.

So, in the end it looks like the washing machine had a malfunction with the leveler. The tub continued to overflow past the top and flowed out into the body of the washer, and onto the floors, and into the house. Charlie let us borrow his shopvac to help clean things up. We quickly realized we will be purchasing one for ourselves very soon.

While everything seemed to be okay once we cleaned up, we know we will need to replace the laundry room floor. Luckily it's just cheap vinyl, so not too much damage there. But the big worry is the hardwood floor. This morning there was some warping. Not bad, but Charlie said it takes 2-3 days to see the full extent of water damage. So, insurance agent has been called and an adjuster will be coming out to survey the damage.

We feel lucky that we were home when it happened and caught it quickly, but it doesn't make the pill any easier to swallow. Wish us luck and hope that the hardwoods don't need to be replaced. Fingers crossed!!!

Just Goofing Around

Snow - For Real This Time

Okay, this is not a drill, we got real snow this time!! Yes, snow! Between Friday and Saturday of last week Nashville got between 4-7 inches of snow. We were very excited and used the weekend the relax and just hang out around the house. And play in the glorious white powder too!!

A Hairy Situation

It was not long after Christmas that Matt got lazy for about a week and didn't shave. He decided that he wanted to parlay his laziness into na experiment of sorts. So, he decided to not shave for the entire month of January. Really though, I know it was just an excuse to be able to not shave for a month and not get nagged by me every day.

Since I'm not a fan of facial hair, at all, this month long sabbatical was not very fun for me. Although, I did have lots of fun making up names of what I thought he looked like during his "growth" period. Here are a few we tried out:
Merve-the-Perve, Porn Star in Training, Dirty Pirate, Lumber Jack, Hillbilly, and my personal favorite, Douche Face ... you get the drift!

So, whithout further ado, here are the awesome pictures of when we shaved off his beard - finally!

This was just us playing around

Matt loved this one - the classic handle bar mustache and goatee.

Ewww...Creepy

This is what Matt and I commonly refer to as the "Douche Stamp". Crass, yes, but we feel this properly describes this stupid patch of facial hair that is only on the chin.

Aww, clean shaving.