Cursed

I am really starting to think that we are cursed when it comes to renting houses. I don't know what it all means but I find it pretty ironic that we complained about the weather and rain in Seattle and now we have another situation with a different house. 

To back track, on Friday the kids and I headed to have a sleepover with Jolene (and Aunt Julie) since Uncle Beef was out of town. Here is Whitaker all ready to go. 

We brought Jolene Mae's pink piano. Could she possibly be any cuter playing it? I mean really look at those cheeks. 

Can you guess which one is a doll? 

On Saturday afternoon, when the kids and I came home we came home to this!!!! Pearson was home and thank goodness caught it before it got terrible. This house has a sump pump but a piece on it froze a couple of weeks ago and broke off. They came to fix it on Friday when we were at the beach and unplugged the sump pump and never plugged it back in. Hence our basement getting water. 

Thank goodness this house is managed by a property team and this is what it now looks like. We can't go down there till Wednesday when they will come to replace the padding and make sure it is totally dried out. 

All in all it was a great weekend but it makes me want to go back to the beach.