Raining on the inside

Mad MacGuyvering Skillz

It is raining in my house. Wait, what? Yes. It is also raining outside, but for that I can don a raincoat. Inside I have to sacrifice dish towels and rely on The Husband's mad MacGuyvering skillz. I know water torture generally involves dripping water on one's head, but lemme tell you the sound of water dripping in a bucket *near* one's head is pretty maddening.

Everyone calls contractors hoping for the best case scenario. Why do we set ourselves up for disappointment like that? "Oh, look. Here is the insignificant problem that can be addressed very quickly and for very little money," said no contractor ever. The roof, she is shot. Unless I want raining in my house to turn into snowing in my house in a matter of weeks, it's going to need replacement. Sure, I'll just pluck that money out of my trust fund and pay in cash. *sigh*

The leak in our roof is a nuisance. A frustrating, really expensive nuisance, but one that will be resolved in a few days. My thoughts are with those who have much bigger problems on your hands. I hope all returns to normal for you very soon.