On July Fourth while most houses were sleeping or enjoying the fireworks my in-laws house decided it wanted a shower. We (Jay, Lyndee, Steve and I) were up at the neighbors enjoying sno-cones and fireworks. Steve decided to head back early. When the rest of us went back the front door was wide open and Steve was cleaning the house. First we thought he was crazy and I realized my OCD really was rubbing off on others. Then we walked down the hall and the house showered us. The house was flooding. It started upstairs, went to main floor and down into the basement.
Standing in the master bedroom looking down the hall.
The right side of the basement.
The left side of the basement. Matt is now homeless, again.
The master bedroom.
The kitchen. It looks like the walls are hooked up for surgery or something, the little yellow tubes are blowing air into the walls to dry them out.
The left side of the basement. Matt is now homeless, again.
The master bedroom.
The kitchen. It looks like the walls are hooked up for surgery or something, the little yellow tubes are blowing air into the walls to dry them out.
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