The Flood

As the honor befalls upon myself to continue our blog and keep the world posted on our latest and greatest adventure, I suppose it is up to me to tell you the tragic truth. The latest, and the least greatest.
Friday September 19th I came home from a half day of work and ate my lunch. While I was sitting at the table reading my book (New Moon, very good) I heard the dreaded noise. The noise that every large dog owner hates to hear. The noise of the drinking out of the toilet. I hollered at Sophie to stop drinking from the toilet and got up to physically remove her (I knew she would not come willingly) when I noticed her sunbathing outside. Curious I went down the hall to see what the noise I heard was. That's when I realized, the hallway was swampy with water. The guest room toilet had flooded. Flooded for 5 hours! The foot prints from when I came home from work were still embedded into the carpet. Panic hit me. I could not for the life of me figure out what to do. I stood there staring, staring at this huge disaster.
I snapped back into reality and ran for the phone, dialing as fast as I could I called my parents to come over as fast as they could (my nearest and dearest disaster relief) Kip was at work for the first time in a day or so from being sick and I knew he couldn't come rescue me this time. I hung up with my mom and grabbed every single towel that I had nearby. I laid them all on the floor and within moments they were completely destroyed and full of water. So now I just had a swamp-like floor and and four loads of laundry to do and no resolve to either! Then I just stared. Waiting for the answer to hit me across the head. And it did (well not literally), I realized I had my mom's carpet shampooer from earlier in the week when my dear husband shampooed our carpets. I plugged it in and started bailing out the water. The rescue team was there momentarily and dad took over the bailing. Hours later and we had a lot of the water out of the carpet and Kip and my dad had rebuilt the toile (to prevent future disasters). I called our homeowners insurance and after the message "Due to current disasters in the southeast we are experiencing an increased number of calls... I was promtly put on hold with the promise that my call was important! I hung up, I didn't have time for this! So for days and days we fanned out our home. Last Monday Kip asked if I wanted him to turn the fans off, and we did so. Then the next worse thing happened. THE SMELL. The only way I can explain the absolute horendousness of the smell is to tell you to take a wet moldy sock, put it in the dryer, and then have your dog pee on it! That's what my house smelled like. Gross hu? I bet you never want to enter my home again, I don't blame you, I feel the same way. So I begged Kip to take out the carpet, I was convinced some monster was hiding under the carpet and we had to release him! So Kip, being the most patient husband ever, took the carpet up in the hall and revealed the subflooring was wet. Fans back on! And so they stay.
Needless to say Kip and I went two days after the flood and bought lots of square footage of Pergo. Our whole home is now going to be Pergo. All we need is the Pergo to get to Boise (they had to order it) and four lovely men to install it! (Thanks Kip, Kyle, Dad & Brian) I hope that it goes smoothly and anyone who wants to learn how to install Pergo plllease let us know! We can use all the help we can get!