When it rains...

Actually, rain has nothing to do with the trials of the last few weeks. It began with me wrecking my truck. Then Jen got hit. Now this...





About five hours ago I decided to fill up our water "jug" that goes in the fridge. while it was filling up I'd go and tuck Jen in. while I was laying in bed, I fell asleep.





Fast forward 45 minutes...the smoke alarm is going off. I wake up, notice there isn't any smoke, and take the smoke alarm outside to make it quieter and let the smoke dissipate...remember, I just woke up...





I go in the kitchen and there is water all over the kitchen cabinet where the jug has overfilled and spilled on the ground. Only, not a lot of water is on the ground.





Jen goes downstairs and calls me down, where water is dripping through the ceiling. I'm imagining who many gallons are being held up there on the drywall.





We decide to punch some holes in the ceiling to let the water drain...and drain...and drain. Two hours later and we're just letting it drip out.





Don't know what to do now. I can fix the wholes...but I don't think I can do a whole ceiling! Hopefully it's just a few sheets. It could have been a lot worse. Everyone is safe...everyone except my pride.





good times....The smile is fake but the water seeping down from the ceiling is as real as it gets.