...will go wrong.
I'm specifically referring to the mysterious leak that required our landlord to rip up all the flooring in our den. This view, and the pervasive smell of wet basement, greeted me after work last night.
Oh, and here's all our stuff, now taking up residence in our kitchen.
(needless to say, the contents of that Yuengling case didn't last long)
Yet, despite the poor timing of this, I am grateful because this happened while we were home and not away on our honeymoon. And really, I have to keep it in perspective that, while I'm experiencing some inconvenience, it's nothing like those Americans dealing with the extensive flooding.
Adam, always the kidder, said to me, "Well, if you wanted to rearrange everything, here's your chance!"
Thanks, dear.
