It's raining, it's pouring ...

It's raining ... it's pouring ... and mostly in my house.

It is February. In Ohio. Everyone knows that the only possible choice for weather in FEBRUARY, in OHIO is bitter, mind-numbing, suck the life from your bones cold.

Cold is good because cold = snow. Snow, unlike RAIN, does not come into the house from the exposed roof nearly so much. Rain, on the other hand, comes in. A lot.

A section of the roof blew off late last week. Well, not the ROOF technically but the shingles. So ... exposed wood + buckets of rain = "Hello, it's raining in the house!" For the record, while I often blame things on this "old" house the facts are that this roof is maybe twelve years old. Twelve! This roof is barely teenaged. Practically a toddler-roof. It should not be leaving the nest already. Flying off all over the yard like that.

Note to self: when purchasing a house make sure all the "new" stuff they put on to sell it wasn't installed by drunken itinerant laborers with only the loosest grasp - and knowledge - of how to use a hammer. Got it.

Am currently waiting for a company comfortingly known as "Just Patch It" to come see how many buckets of money it will require for them to do just that. Maybe we could just nail $100's to the roof to keep out the rain instead? How water resistant is cash anyway?

Funny side story. Last night at dinner Mike remembers "Just Patch It' after recalling that they've worked for him at the foundry.

So he picks up the phone and dials Mr. Patch-It. As he waits for an answer he says to us, as an aside, "I don't think he likes me" right before the line is obviously answered and he launches into "Hello?! Mr. Picklemeister! ..."

Then, pause "Oh, Picklesimon? Oh yes, that's it ... "

At which point Kassie leans over and whispers "I think that might be why ..."