Today, something exciting, in the sense of ‘whoa!’ happened.
Austin had a friend over, and the three kids (Serena, Austin and Katherine) were tromping around the house playing with the dog. I’m sitting in the living room nursing a sore shoulder, and Laurette is upstairs cleaning Serena’s closet out of old clothes.
The three kids are in the room next to me, in my sight, when I hear a loud CRASH. I immediately look over at the kids who all say “NOT US!” (well, effectively). I can verify this, because they were in my sight when it happened. So, I think la femme is hurt, so I start to get up, when she comes downstairs and says ‘uh, was that you?’
Well, no. The Snow-pocalypse left a metric shitton of snow on the roof. This of course melts slowly, which leaves these lovely icicles on the back gutter. Which can’t quite handle the weight. Which decides to detach itself from the roof and smash down on the supporting framework for our patio awning.
Hello, insurance claim!