Yesterday, I updated my status on Facebook as, “A crack in the foundation.” I got two emails in my FB inbox from people asking me if I was ok, what’s going on??, etc… And I had to chuckle because for the most part, people like to use cryptic language to sort of tell you what’s going on via Facebook. In this case, however, I was perfectly truthful. We have a crack in our concrete slab under the house. And it’s going to cost us a pretty penny. I just got off the phone with the insurance company and god, I really hate dealing with those folks. It’s like, you have to play dumb to get what you want/deserve from them. At the moment, I am waiting to run the info by Ash and then I’ll be calling my plumber back for a quote. At any rate, it’s going to cost us a grand because that’s our deductible.
What this really means is that I can’t paint just yet (I got one wall done) and we can’t recarpet until this whole thing gets resolved and hence, cannot begin to transition Elliot in there before the second kid comes along. We need to act quickly if we want to keep on some kind of schedule.
Home-ownership: not for the faint of heart.
So aside from that, our weekend was pretty nice. Ash and I had a half-day outing on Friday in which we ate Mexican food and saw Book of Eli, which was decent for all intents and purposes. Saturday we did nothing. As in, nothing at all. I felt sort of lazy but it was a free day. (Well, ok, we went out to breakfast.) Sunday was football day and Ash afforded me about an hour of cleaning time and took Elliot out. I got quite a bit done all in all. Then yesterday we had pancakes for breakfast and we both ran errands with Elliot and I started to prep the room for painting, spawning the above issue.
The highlight of my weekend was when Ash went out to Baskin-Robbins (of all places, I wanted their sub-par ice cream) because I had a craving for pistachio in a sugar cone. He’s an awesome man, I tell you.
Anyway, I have a staff meeting in about 20 so off I go.