Sarah, Maggie, and I were sitting around, eating dinner, enjoying the sound of the rain, when we happened to notice the water level on our balcony was rising. Not too alarmed, we knew there must be drains of some kind, so we continued eating. Maggie made a few jokes about getting some goldfish and having a pond. As we all laughed at that fabulous joke, I got up and immediately found myself standing in a puddle. Our "little pond" had turned into a gushing river, coming in over the lip of our balcony door, across our entire living room. The water extended from the balcony to our kitchen, a length of about 10 - 12 feet.
Maggie was quick to action. A POT! As you can see, her efforts to scoop the water out of the balcony and over the side we
re quite fruitless.
(Here you can see our lovely male helpers, Brian the water sweeper with his "frickin' technique!" and Matt, Sham-Wowing our kitchen floor)
that's awesome I guess everyone gets flooded one time or another while living in france.
ReplyDeletei don't understand why you didn't get some goldfish and let them loose. but this was a very entertaining story, and sarah is the only person i've ever seen looking so posh with a mop in her hand.
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