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Everything Old is New Again

So, there's this saying. "Everything old is new again". Everything, and I mean everything, seems to go in cycles. Fashion, music, all sorts of stuff. I just kind of hoped that flooded basements weren't one of them. I guess I was wrong.

Okay, so a little bit of backstory is in order, I guess. Years ago (well, a year and a half but it feels like a whole LIFETIME now) I lived in this wonderful little armpit of an apartment. It wasn't bad, I guess. It had a big bathroom (for an apartment). It only had two bedrooms, which meant my kids got to share just when one was starting that adventure known as the teenage years.The kitchen had been totally remodeled and it looked sharp.

If only it wasn't for the random water, things would have been wonderful.

Random water you say? Yup. The apartment building was located downhill (water tends to flow downhill by the way) from a car wash. Every so often, at random times, water that I didn't ask for would gush up and fountain out of the kitchen sink. Yeah. To the point where it soaked the floor around the sink. Awesome right? Sure, except for two main things. One: I had not turned on a tap. Two: the water was soapy as if filled with car wash chemicals.

I'd love to show you a picture of the sink but I never caught the fountain on film. I was too busy running to grab towels. But here is a picture of the tub at the apartment. 

This is my tub. But I didn't run a bath and I'm not that dirty
 See the problem? That was gross. So, here's a picture of a small dog in onesie pajamas which is MUCH MUCH cuter than the tub above.
Anyway, I digress. So my apartment had its drawbacks. But I could live with the sink filling and the bathtub filling, both randomly, with water. It was when the entire APARTMENT flooded that I lost my cool.

Fast forward 18 months. My (now) husband and I live in a house and today I happily telling a coworker about how I no longer had to worry about water in the basement. Ha.

Then I found this:
 Well, not the towels, obviously. They weren't in place. I put them there to mop up the water.

 This is my amazing hubby hard at work suctioning up said water with the shop vac he bought using great wisdom and foresight. I would have just bought a large amount of towels, you see, just in case such a thing were to happen.

Hopefully the water problem doesn't get much worse. Its an old house, things are melting and its been raining. I guess that I shouldn't be totally surprised to find some water in the basement. I guess I will just be happy if flooding is one thing that goes out of style in my life and never shows up again.


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