Last night, Billy told me that the small leak (the one that killed my beloved tv from 1989) we had had previously was back. We were none to thrilled, but went to bed and that was the end of it. OR SO WE THOUGHT!
This morning, we found out the small leak had grown to monstrous proportions. It was all the way out to the middle of the room, and everything in the corner was ruined, including our awesome puppet stand. The tiles were all over the floor were the water had knocked them out. It is really not fun. On a happier note, I am sick so its semi-okay that we aren't working, and Billy has come up with a possible ideas for our art fairs setup. Now, if we can get lucky and trash pick the things we need, we'll be set. It's been a rough couple of days, but it will get better.
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