It Got Worse

So... remember that hole that was just dripping water and being annoying? It got worse. MUCH worse. In the middle of the night. ON MY HEAD despite moving my bed away from there. The weirdest part was hearing it instead of feeling it. The pain came later, but still.... strange. I haven't posted on the blog because I was pretty sure God was mad at me. I think He still is because the fun just hasn't stopped, but we're working on it. I hate that I'm constantly waiting for the other shoe to drop, but that's been my life the last three weeks. First up, pictures of the damage:





The roof is now fixed, but the ceiling is still dropping chunks here and there while I wait for unreliable contractors. Hopefully by the end of next week things will return to normal. As if all that stress wasn't bad enough, Ben's car (the only one we own with AC) decided to give me a fatal error and go all psychotic on me. That was a fun conversation. "Hey babe, I broke your car... you know the one you almost have all paid off and whose warranty just expired." Not taking that one to the shop just yet. I don't want to know how much that's going to cost.

The kicker though, was my vacation to California this week that I needed so badly and was making me deliriously happy. I felt like things were finally looking up until I got a phone call from Victoria that Hank had run off the porch and bitten a mentally disabled old man and the city was taking action. Of course I feel awful, but at the same time I can't help but feel like he acted out because of all the stress at home. Ben deployed 3 months ago, workers have been constantly in and out of the house, I've been extremely busy with school and stressed, the bedroom we sleep in is a disaster and we are constantly woken up by loud crashes from the ceiling. Then I up and left town and I think he felt the need to protect the only thing he has left: our property. Poor sweet Monkey. He bit the guy on the hand as he walked by our front lawn and then ran back to Victoria all proud of himself. "I got him!" What a jerk. Totally took advantage of having a babysitter - he knows better around me.

The city could have done a lot of things, the scariest of which was to take him away for quarantine, label him a dangerous animal, and put him down the next time it happened. I'm well connected though, and got on the phone to my local city prosecutor friend who we met incidentally at the dog park because he had two ridgebacks. Kimber has yet again earned her keep. She protects the heck out of me and now saved Hank's behind. Our friend smoothed things over with the animal control officer and I think the city has decided they have bigger fish to fry because my calls have not been returned. Keep your fingers crossed.

I'm just hoping I can come back with some hilarity soon. All this negativity is killing my sense of humor!