It never ends...

So last weekend we had a lot of rain here. Unfortunately, the sump pump for whatever reason did not kick on, causing water to flood into the living room, kitchen, dining room/hallway, and downstairs bathroom. There wasn't a whole lot of water, but enough to cause the living room, dining room/hallway, and bathroom floors to need to be replaced. I can deal with replacing the flooring in the bathroom and living room, as I had planned on doing that at some point, but I JUST had the flooring done in the dining room/hallway. On the bright side, I think I'm going to go hardwood throughout and ceramic tile in the bathroom.

And get this: I think I'm going to try installing it myself. So anyone who wants to help me out...be sure to let me know:).

I'm basically screwed with the air conditioning. The guy basically said today that he's not going to do anything else. So looks like I start over and that was $4,000 down the drain. I guess on the bright side here, once I get someone in here I actually won't have to be hot any more.

A funny moment today:

I'm laying down reading while Chloe is taking a nap, when the doorbell rings. It's the mail guy. He's bring me the mail because there is a package that won't fit in my mailbox. This package is from a book club that does those automatic shipments and I always end up sending them back. The conversation kind of goes like this:

Mail guy: Here's your mail, the box wouldn't fit...
Me: Um...thanks. But can you take this back, I don't want it...
Him: Absolutely...you can refuse whatever you want.
Me: Thanks. Actually can you hang on a second...I have another one in my car that I've been meaning to drop off at a mail box.
Him: No problem.
(I run in the house, out the garage to grab it then head back to the front. As I'm handing it to him...)
Him: Here's my number in case you have any other packages you want to refuse.
(I'm debating what to say because I'm 99% sure that he was just trying to give me his number, but maybe he was serious. After a couple of seconds pass, I just start laughing. I can't help it.)
Me: I'm sorry! I didn't mean to laugh. That's not a service the post office offers is it? (Still laughing)
Him: No...I was just being nice.
Me: (Handing the number back) I won't be needing that...but I have to say that was a pretty good attempt. (Still laughing)
Him: Hey...I tried.

Yes he did.