PEL's divorce party and water can be a bad thing

Divorces make great parties.

I don't suppose the news of them should be cause to celebrate. Sometimes they are, like, when the relationship is abusive and things like that.

Interesting story, see PEL is an ex girlfriend of BH. He still does business with her and they have remained friends. They've known each other for years, I don't know how many, but years. I knew this going into our relationship. It didn't bother me then, doesn't now. PEL and BH were together between PEL's first husband and second. She is hysterical, she still maintains a close relationship with her first X, they were married a long time, had a child together and he seems to always be around. So anyhoots, she calls up BH and says 'I'm getting a divorce, come over and get drunk with me.' We do.

PEL's first X is there as is another friend DEE. They are playing cards and drinking, heavily, something obnoxious with cranberry juice. We bring beer. We decide to play cards. This is so much fun, it's called golf, ever hear of it? They say it's a great drinking game. Not that you take shots or anything but the longer you play, the more you drink, the harder the game becomes.

Here's the game, short story long;

Each player gets four cards. Place them in front of you, face down, in a square, don't look! You will take a peek at the two closest to you. You will look only once. Just once. You may not look at those two cards again, so if you forget, and you will, you may not look again. Game goes clockwise, dealer will turn one card over.

* Pairs cancel each other out. Equals 0 points. Wild cards cancel another card out, equal o points.

* You want low cards, goal is 0 points.

* 10, Jacks and Queens are 10 points, all other cards at face value.

* Kings and Jokers are wild, we called the kings cowboys, I don't know why.

Now you can take the discarded card if you like or you may pick from the deck. This card can replace a card in your stack, or discard, either way, you need to turn one of yours over. You do this four times around until all your cards are turned over.

Points are added up, you play 19 'holes', thus the golf name, I guess. I don't really do this justice, click here.

But the fun comes when you've had a few and can't remember what your cards are. You forget and throw down a cowboy because you think you'll get too many points. And you don't notice your neighbor to the left needs that 8 you just threw down.

So this morning, I'm a little ragged. Just a little. I'm more annoyed that those that drank way more then I did feel better than I do. That doesn't seem fair.

This morning I was sitting at the comp, readin blogs and such, BH comes up to me and hugs me.

He stinks.

More like his t-shirt stinks. It seems that last week I did a load of whites. Nothing exceptional there, except that I forgot them. The next day, or maybe several days later I put them in the dryer. I didn't notice that they smelled moldy then. Now everywhere I go I smell these moldy whites. BH's t-shirts, my undies. At first I thought I'd just catch them the next time. But they really do stink. I'm throwing all of them back in the wash as soon as I get home. Don't let me forget them this time.

And this morning a tenant calls and says she is having a major leak problem.

Tenants always say it's a major problem.

We had to call a flood services guy, she says.
Ok, I say.
Then we called the owner, she says.
Ok, I say. (we like to discourage tenants from contacting owners, that is why owners hire a prop. management firm)
At 5 am this morning, she says.
Ok, I say. (5 am! Bet that frosted the owners cookies)

I hustle over to the property, where the tenant has had to call a service guy. This usually means, someone out of the phone book, someone that would come out at 5 in the morning, and will gauge us mightily. We have no idea who these guys are and we can only hope for the best. And the problem better be bad or else. Or else what, I don't know, but sometimes, many times, tenants over react.

She didn't.

Holy mother of pearl!

It's a mess! Most of the carpet upstairs has been pulled up. Baseboards have been ripped out. Blowers are blowing air under the carpet.

Downstairs is more fun. Large holes have been cut into the wall. Several walls. Holes are cut in the ceiling. Holes are drilled in the ceiling. Baseboards have been removed from much of the downstairs. Much. Lots. There is little baseboards left on, downstairs. There is ripped up carpet everywhere and many, many blowers.

Mercy!

So, I'm happy she didn't over react. I'm sad it's so bad. They have hardly been in the house a month, maybe two. They have not unpacked much of their stuff yet. She is a mess. Crying hysterically. Yikes!

I'm very thankful that I know the flood services guy. Known his family for 15 years. That made me feel better. I worry about these emergency guys inflating their prices. He's not that kind of guy. Says, not to worry, insurance pays for it, he handles the billing. He'll take care of things. They all say that so I hope it works that way.

And the owner. I've talked to him twice and he is cool. For now. Thankfully.

It's not been a good day for water.