So, first we have to back track a little bit. A few weeks ago our furnace was making wonky noises, so fi called the furnace people and they said there's nothing really wrong with it but we're going to charge you a bunch of money anyway and change a setting so that it heats the house a little more efficiently. Yay for being a homeowner and getting charged tons of money for nothing.
Right after that, we started having issue with water draining out of our house. We kind of figured somehow a cat toy (or 10) got stuck in the drain, so first fi tried to snake it out. And he pulled out some cat toys, but it still wasn't draining. So this past weekend he called a plumber who pulled out a whole slew of stuff, and then found that there was a break in our sewer line. He then quoted $12,000 to fix it. Yeah, my Dad fixes stuff like that for a living, so if they wanted that much money I was going to buy my Dad a plane ticket, rent him an excavator, and throw him a grand just for fun and we'd still be able to get it done for a fraction of the cost.
Until fi remembered we had this warranty thing through the water company. So we don't have to pay to have it fixed, which is awesome, and they were scheduled to come today to dig it up.
Well this morning I was woken up by crashbamboom from the basement then ::blek:: from Tyson. Yeah, he threw up right on our comforter. And we can't wash it. Because our house doesn't drain water yet. Awesome. But what was the crashbamboom you ask? Yeah, that was our furnace blowing up again.
So let's recap, I have people coming to dig up our sewer line today, a vommitting dog, and no heat.
So fi called the furnace people and they said they could be here between 8 and noon. I said I'd stay and work from home, so fi could actually go to work (he had missed a few days this week dealing with the sewer thing already, and I think his head would have exploded if he had to face the furnace guy who said there was nothing wrong with our furnace a few weeks ago).
Then the sewer people got here and started digging holes with their mini excavator:
|Yeah, I'm totally a creeper and take pictures of the men working|
|He was so pleased with his spot he basically started making love to it|
Then I get the call that the furnace guy was going to get there soon. What the hell am I going to do with the dogs??? Normally when people are coming in and out of the house we let the dogs outside, but yeah, there's an excavator out there. My only option was to blockade them upstairs with a baby gate, like so:
|Louie high on life for finding such an awesome place to hang out|
|Charles being a fatty in the sun|