Cry with me

So. Today my parents came into town to check out the new digs & help clear out the come to find out massive back yard. They rolled into the driveway shortly after the plumbers. We've had some drainage problems since we moved in- in the shower. Problems like, there is no drainage. Anyhoos... we called a plumber. All I know is that I was carrying baby girl around in the Bjorn while doing a little unpacking and then I hear water. Lots of water. Then I hear people running down the stairs. Then I hear the plumber say something like, "Get the water-something out here- and FAST." So I waddle to our back den to check things out. Well, well, well. There's water coming down every wall. Flooding. I'm about to cry. Ugh. I mean, really, I'm not surprised.

It has been a fact of life. I have bad luck. K has bad luck. When we started dating, we realized that we were a good match, but our lives would forever be unlucky if we married. Ha. We married. Since dating, I count that we've had right at 30 flat tires combined. K says it's 35. Whatev. 30+ Flat tires. in 6 years. (...and I still don't know how to change one. oops.) In our last apartment we were flooded 6 times in 4 months. Don't get me started on our car troubles- completely aside from boring ol' flat tires. And there's more. Plenty more. But don't get me wrong- I'm not complaining. K always points out that we get this extra bad luck because some people just couldn't handle it. We can, so we get it. A lot of it. And often.

So, I'm used to it. What I'm not quite used to? It all happening at once.

The robbery and the flood should have been enough for seven days. But throw in some car troubles and a few other kinks- and you have our last week. You know, the usual. There's never "too much" to handle, but it does get a little overwhelming. Especially without a little tequila. Kidding. -ish.

Turns out, the hard drives K thought he had packed away- weren't. They were stolen. And along with them every picture and video of Chamblee that we have had. Aside from what's on my mom's camera & Facebook. Cry with me. 

And then...Breathe.

Something hilarious? Remember when I was talking about wearing a scrunchie @ my parents' house a few weeks ago? Of course you do. Well, I've got that beat. Believe it. When we were home for Thanksgiving- look. what I. found:

That's Right. 

A slap bracelet ponytail holder. 

Until Next Time,
The Guff