House: fail

As if things couldn't be any more awesome, we discovered that our bathroom is buried in mold. I'm working from home this week while a friend of mine guts the flooring and replaces it. We have seven - seven! - layers of flooring. Between each one is mold and standing water. Our house smells like a boat dock.

I told my boss what was happening and that I had to stay home with the repair guy. I explained the situation: our toilet is in our living room and our sink is in the yard. "Don't bring that kind of Arkansas behavior here," he told me. I told him to go back to Canada.

We'll stay with Jill tomorrow and Tuesday, and then we'll be with Clay on Wednesday. But we can't wait to be back home!