Friday, August 17, 2012

We need to chill out

So living in a 60+ year old house has its benefits for sure. The house is solidly built for sure. When we were first married, we lived in a 70 year old house that was well built but full of termites(we found this out 11mos after purchase, but a long story). Being a bit gun shy from that experience, we bought a brand new house as soon as we moved to Tennessee. All we had hoped for in this house started with a "Whoopee" and turned into a "Meh". The house was decent enough, but we realized that the builder was not much into real quality work. We did our best to remedy the adequate craftsmanship, but grew weary of the monotony. So when the chance came up to buy our current house, we jumped at it.  We have had the usual old house problems. Big plans are in the works for remodels and we have completed one of the bathrooms. But with an older house, we are always on edge for what might go next. The HVAC? A crack in the antiquated water line? One of the massive dead trees falls on the house? We've had leaks in the ceiling on Thanksgiving Day and Christmas Eve. We have come home from a Sunday drive to find our beautiful oak lying across the yard. We've had our hot water heater go out with a house full of company. We had a basement that smelled like a littler box when a minimonsoon came and washed all the cat urine, from the neighbor's cats, into our basement. Yesterday our water meter area was flooded. We worried about having to dig up the yard to fix it. Thankfully it was KUB's problem and was repaired in a jiffy. So you can imagine our concern when the hub, walking into the bathroom to wash up for dinner, heard a strange noise. This was not the remodeled bath, so it could have been anything. Because of his bad back, I got down on the floor to listen to the toilet and under the sink. I heard a hissing noise coming from the wall...it sounded like it was behind the toilet paper holder. What was it?!? Our hearts were sinking fast. Sure there are much worse things happening to people we know, all things in perspective, but our attitudes sucked. Then all of a sudden the noise got a little louder. Moving my head to where it was louder, I realized it was in the hubby's pocket. "Has your phone gone wonky? What the...". Next thing we know, he pulls his hissing bottle of Diet Coke out of his pocket. The offending noise. In a ball of relief, exhaustion and hysteria, we collapsed into a laughing fit.

So, yes, we need to chill out....and switch to non carbonated beverages.


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