lake house
I had a strange dream last night that I was standing in the hallway between my bedroom and living room and I was ankle-deep in water. I remember the water being cold on my feet while I reflected on the surreal experience. This is usually the part of strange dreams where a pigeon will fly up and ask me if I still remember the Preamble to the Constitution from 8th grade, or my grandma’s next door neighbor will knock on the window and ask me if she can borrow my snorkel and flippers, or a Stormtrooper will chase Toucan Sam through my living room.
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But instead, I realized that this was not a dream. My washing machine flooded my house. By the time we knew about it, the water was already flowing through the garage and down the driveway.
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Let me back up. I had just spent the hour before dinner scraping all the caulk off my upstairs bathroom tub to redo it. Ironically, this was an effort to avoid potential water damage. I was concerned that teensy bits of water would be escaping the lining of my tub during showers through little bitty cracks in the caulk. If I only knew that I’d be up until 2:30 AM ripping carpets out of my bedroom and living room, I’d have saved some energy.
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I was having dinner in my living room (we only pretend to be civilized and eat in the dining room when we have people over), and I went to the kitchen to grab a Diet Coke w/ Lime. Then I saw a tiny little puddle of liquid on my living room floor. I assumed that Shelby, my hyper little long-haired chihuahua, and a notorious tinkle-saurus, had piddled in the house again. I called to Shelby and asked her if she piddled. She gave me the “I promise it wasn’t me, Doggy Daddy” look, but that’s the look she always gives when I find piddles. She’s quite a character. It was then that I noticed that my feet were making sloshy sounds and leaving footprints in the living room carpet. As I looked down the hall and realized that there was a small pond in my hallway and bedroom, my first thought was “Well I sure hope that’s not tinkle.”