Earlier this week, our basement flooded. A combination of record snowfall plus suddenly warm temperatures meant that our creek flooded its banks. Your dad assured me that this kind of thing happens only once every 25 years, but that's not very comforting when you're looking at 18+ inches of water in your basement. Good thing your dad owns a good pair of waders.
We fished out as many of our belongings as we could. I had been storing all of my dressy clothes and our winter coats down there, so they all got soaked. I used your playground to air them all out, which made our backyard look like a really fashionable tent city, occupied by refugees from Palm Springs.
Our stupid expensive new washing machine (with more bells and whistles than I could count) was killed by the flood, but our circa 1975 dryer ("Now With Interior Light!") still works just fine. I'm now looking to replace our washer with an avocado green or mustard gold model - something too ugly to die.
Peg Peg and I had to take all of our laundry into town and wash it at the laundromat. You know what's a million dollar idea? A laundromat-washing-machine-slash-slot-machine. At least you'd have a chance to win back the $50 in quarters you just spent.
Your dad has installed an extra sump pump, but at last inspection, we were still getting about 40 gallons of water per minute in our basement. Another million dollar idea: Brooke's Water World Underground Theme Park, $10/person.
Love,
Mom
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