How I First Discovered We Were Flooding
Dave was sleeping in the basement. (Our son from out of town and wife and grandson were in other upstairs bedrooms. I was in our bedroom upstairs.)
I had kicked Nice Dave out for snoring. He couldn't go to the spare bedrooms upstairs since Patti, Tim and Jack were in there.
I went down to get Dave up to have coffee with me. I started to go in the bathroom downstairs, and one foot in there I step in water ankle deep! What a rude situation to awaken to! I don't think I will ever forget that moment!
I love you all.