Rainy Days and Mondays

Well it's Monday, and boy has it rained. In my house.

In my utility closet, to be more precise.

Hubbie took a shower this morning and was surprised that we had such little hot water. We ran the washer a lot yesterday. Due to the whole puking incident, don't ya know. But that was last night. The water heater should have refreshed itself by now, right?

He checks in front of the washer. The floor is damp. Hmmmmm.

He opens the utility closet to find a lake. Oh yes. Our water heater apparently went to appliance heaven.

The upshot of all of this is that our landlord was at our door within fifteen minutes. He took a look, determined that it was indeed the tank and said we'd have a new and more efficient water heater by early afternoon. He was happy it was such a simple fix.

The downside to all of this is that we have two illegal cats. We spent the time between the phone call and his showing up at our door hiding all evidence of their hairy existence. They are now locked upstairs in our guest room, and we are praying that no one is going to notice them or the giant hairballs we have been trying to find and throw away. Damn those little fuckers really shed.

So in sum, I have no hot water, pissed off cats, and soaked carpets. But my coffee maker is working, LittleBird's ballet class was adorable and this whole mess in on the downstairs level so LittleMan isn't climbing around in nasty water. Things could definitely be worse! As long as my landlord doesn't figure out that we have cats we are golden.