It’s one o’clock in the morning and guess what I just finished doing?
I just finished frantically moved things all over the garage to make sure there wasn’t anything on the ground that could be destroyed by water because…
We were laying on the couch, watching Jerry Mcguire when the sound of the pounding rain made me panic and I was all “PigHunter! Go check and make sure there isn’t any water getting into the garage!”
He let out a loud “Napoleon Dynamite” type sigh and rolled his eyes because, woman please. AS IF.
Then, he casually walked down the hall and opened the garage door.
He was quiet for a good 5 minutes, which led me to believe that I was being a freak (kinda like how I was being a freak about my thyroid! JUST WORK OUT MORE! HAHA.) and that there wasn’t going to be any flooding in the garage.
Then, he spoke.
“Uh. Um. Water’s getting into the garage.”
Now, remember, I called the police about a swarm of bees! So, I want you to try to imagine how I freaked out.
“OH MY GOD FLOOD IN THE GARAGE OUR THINGS DON’T WANT THEM TO GET RUINED WHO SHOULD WE CALL I’M SCARED HELP, JESUS, HELP!”
We came up with a plan to stop the rush of water, but it only slowed it down a little bit.
PigHunter is currently outside digging a make shift drain down the hill in the backyard. And me? I am keeping an eye on the rising waters and coming up with genius ideas to KEEP THE EFFING WATER OUT.