Oh, Hanna. We liked you -- even considered you as a name for our unborn child. But, oh Hanna. No longer. No way. Not now that you have come into our lives and completely flooded the basement of the home we purchased slightly over a year ago. How could you?
Yes, I'm talking about the basement that is the crux of this house! The playroom (for both children and adults) where we spend the bulk of our time! The one that we re-finished, laid new carpet, and *thought* we had successfully waterproofed -- that one!
So, I anticipate spending a little less time blogging in the near future. You'll find me instead, BANGING MY HEAD AGAINST THE WALL, beating myself up for all the money I wasted on slurpees, sushi, and even on Thomas trains when we could have been saving for a catastrophe.
Okay, so maybe using the word "catastrophe" is the glass-half-empty side of my personality coming through. Fine. Seems this is as good as any to let it come though, eh?