One evening we decided that as good parents, we really should clean the tub that the kids bathe in. It’s a jetted tub, totally unnecessary and yet totally in need of a cleaning. We filled it up with bleach water, turned on the jets and walked away. After a bit, we drained the thing, refilled it, turned on the jets and walked away. At some point in the cleaning process a jet decided it had had enough and exploded sending water under the tub, through the ceiling below (which coincidently is the Master bedroom ceiling), onto the carpet below and seeped into the crawl space. We were totally unaware and would have remained so for many days (we are sleeping in the guest bedroom upstairs until we get bedroom furniture) except that my husband needed a ‘fancy’ shirt for work and headed to the master closet. I didn’t know when we bought our dream house that it was a fixer-upper.
For the last three days I have been waiting impatiently for different experts to come and give an estimate or assess damages or fix what turns out to be an unfixable bathtub. They all promise an arrival between the hours of crack of dawn and naptime but manage to come by dinner which is great except that I have two very stir crazy in need of stimulation at all times children who at this point want to get out of the house. We have all had enough. I show my frustration by drinking more coca cola classic. Rosie cuddles (stranger danger in full effect). The Kraken takes a slightly different approach.
The Kraken to the Insurance Agent assessing what his company will and will not pay for: Avast you Scurvy Dog!
Insurance Agent: Are you a pirate?
The Kraken: Arrrrrg. You will walk the plank, matey!
Insurance Agent to me: That’s a spirited boy you have.
You think?
Perhaps The Kraken was inspired by all the water coming through the ceiling. Or, maybe by his name:-)
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