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So the apartment flooded today. Our toilet decided it wasn't going to stop filling. I was taking a nap, and Drew was trying not to disturb me (my insomnia kicked in last night, so I had to go to work at 6 this morning to unload the truck on no sleep), so neither of us noticed until it was too late. Somewhere during the course of 45 minutes, we got a 3 inch deep flood. It flooded our bedroom and bathroom, Carter's closet and some of his bedroom, and part of the kitchen. We had to completely empty our bedroom of everything so that the guy the complex sent over could wet-vac the room, and there's giant dehumidifiers in there that we have to keep running for the next couple of days. It appears that Drew and I have to sleep on the couch until they're gone.
I suppose this is the bad to go with the good from the ski trip.
I suppose this is the bad to go with the good from the ski trip.