Not. It rained a lot here last week. A lot. A whole lot. Normally, rain is welcome especially since the drought from last year is still fresh in everyone’s mind. So the rain was great the first day. Pouring down like a busted faucet? Great. It was still good the next day. Constant downpour? Bring it on. The third day, I went down into our basement to see if we had some empty boxes for our friends Mark and Laurie (moving is so fun). There was an inch or so of water in half our basement. Steal my thunder and strangle my joy. Ian and I sucked it up with a shop vac (Thanks Matt and Chell!). Still, not a catastrophe.
Cut to the very next morning. Still raining. I run downstairs to check it out. Mm hm. Boxes are floating around in about 5 inches of water. Suddenly, I’m very ready for a hot, dry summer. And a sump pump.