Well, we have been snowed in for several days now. We did manage to venture out twice between storms – once to the grocery store and once to the local mall to let the kids burn some energy. My kids are lucky I am so dedicated to my vegan cleanse, otherwise I would have eaten them by now. I am used to spending every day and night with them, but it doesn’t seem as suffocating when you have the option of leaving the house.

The most recent development at our house is the discovery of an ice dam. What’s an ice dam, you ask? Technically it’s water trapped on your roof by a wall of ice – here’s a visual:

What does this mean for us? It means we now have a water feature in our bedroom. It cascaded down our wall, pooled under the carpet for a bit so we can enjoy a little wading pool action, then continued down to the main level and eventually ended its journey in our basement – because our basement carpet wasn’t gross enough, it is now soggy. Very soggy.

The water seems to have slowed for the time being. When it was running full force down our wall it brought out the best in our coping abilities:

J: Oh my God! DO something!!

ME: What would you like me to do exactly? Everything I’ve read about ice dams online says there isn’t anything you can do while it’s happening.

J: Stick a screwdriver in the wall to drain the water!

ME: Last I checked, water doesn’t defy gravity to flow sideways out a hole in the wall.

Jesse insisted I call our neighbor who is a contractor. I called him, and after enduring a twenty minute lesson on how our townhouse was constructed and why we were experiencing an ice dam, he said the only thing to do is to stop the water as close to the source as possible to try and minimize the damage. Duh.

The short version of what happened next is this:

I made two golf ball sized holes in our soggy drywall in an attempt to find where the water was coming in. Jesse FREAKED out about the GIANT holes (eye roll) and wondered how on earth I was ever going to fix them!

I finally snapped at him – DAMMIT! You can’t have it both ways. Don’t bitch at me to DO SOMETHING and then bitch at me for DOING SOMETHING.

I stuffed a washcloth into the holes in an attempt to soak up the water within.

The fates took mercy on my plight and the water seemed to stop flowing!

So now here we are.

I’m just going to go ahead and call this a “look”. I find it very slum chic. I predict this will be all the rage with Hollywood designers this year. That’s the beauty of being a trend setter ya’ll – you claim mistakes and disasters are art, and then you’re considered edgy.

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