I know I've ranted on here before about some of the fucked-the-fuck-up shit that I find in this fuckin' house.
Today I get to tell you about the best/worst thing to go down thus far.
I only say thus far because I am sure there is much worse to come, I just haven't found it yet.
Let's take a trip back in time, to 2010.
Yes I know it's not that long ago, but with how eventful my life has been, it seems so far away.
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| Back there! |
Husband's family lives in Louisiana, so he tries to make it out there a few times each year to visit.
Christmas is pretty much mandatory in their family, and in 2010 I was still just the girlfriend.
With that going on, I stayed at his place to take care of the dogs and such while he and his brother went home.
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| Husband's Dog |
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| Future Brother In-law's Dog |
Aren't they the cutest?
The most devious, evil tag-team ever, but cute.
Those two are a handful together, but I was up to the challenge, since that was really all I had to worry about.
Or so I thought.
Of course December has its weather, what with being in the winter and all.
I didn't think anything of it, beyond that the heater was broken and I'd need to layer up.
One day it was raining, again not unexpected, when unbeknownst to me, this shit was going on.
That's the roof, people.
You can imagine, in my ignorance of this issue, what happened.
These two rooms sit under that craptacularly designed section of roof.
When my brother and dad came to look, we all assumed it was just a minor leak from the house being old, set up buckets, and figured we'd wait until the rain stopped to clean up and repair the hole.
We did not get that chance.
There are louder, more painful, more emotional sounds than a ceiling collapsing, but I don't think I've ever been closer to a heart attack than that very moment.
Right below the frame of this photo is Husband's collector's pinball machine.
I all but died inside, praying to every deity I knew of that the plexi-glass wasn't shattered and the subsequent wall of water didn't kill his beloved machine.
Let me spare you right now and say that any and all belongings in those rooms managed to stay undamaged by some miracle I have yet to figure out.
Once again, dad came to the rescue, cause really when doesn't he?
He grabbed mom, who grabbed every towel they could spare at home, some tarps, and his glorious Shop-Vac.
We had that area locked down in a ridiculously speedy amount of time,
and even managed to save 95% of the synthetic wood flooring.
In and among this chaos, I had called and updated Husband (still Boyfriend) trying my best not to be hysterical.
Me being me, this of course did not happen, and I lost my shit.
He stayed cool about it though, as he had figured that roof would have issues, but not this soon.
Our tarping set up held out really well until he got home and the storm cleared.
We got some roofing guys on it ASAP, since you know, NOT having a roof over your head is usually bad.
As the repairs went underway, we found out that this collapse was really only the beginning.
Yes, that's mold, and yes some had been there before this collapse (as far as we could tell).
I guess in a way that makes this a blessing in disguise.
The guys we hired were really cool about taking care of all the damages on the roof-side, including the mold, and upgrading our scuppers to, you know, actually drain.
The downside was, as we began to learn with home repair, these guys didn't do interior contractor work.
So, being the penny-pinching people we are, we waited a few to recoup our money and then sought out someone to help us redo the ceiling. Of course that meant having an ugly hole for a few weeks, but at that point an ugly hole meant that mold bacteria wasn't killing me, so I wasn't about to complain.
About this time, one of my Uncles was doing interior contractor work, and offered to help us out.
He did an amazing job in a ridiculously short span of time.
My dad's family is notoriously handy, and anytime pretty much anyone was building something in my childhood they all showed up. It was always kind of like an Amish barn-raising, but less beards.
Needless to say, I was thrilled with the happy ending.
Yay family!
Yay building stuff!
Yay ceiling!
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