What is it with us and water this week?

My mom says I have a black cloud following me around bringing bad luck. Maybe she's right. Tonight John was getting ready to go back to Jefferson Parish to see what he could salvage from our apartment, when he went into the kitchen to get some water. Whoa did he get water! Somehow the fates chose this particular night, while our host is out of town, for the supply line to the refrigerator to bust, and water to flood the kitchen floor. Said water also crept under the door into the carpeted hallway outside.

This is just the kind of crap that happens when we're around. The key difference this time is that there's a nice man at the front desk we can call to come fix it. Make a note: high-rise apartment. No worries. It rocks.

No news on the status of the houses in N.O. We're just settling in here in Houston until further notice. John keeps text messaging Boudreaux the contractor with no-so-subtle reminders that we'll need his help big time when he's able to go back to work. If anyone knows any contractors of any type looking for work, send them to New Orleans. There will be an ungodly demand for them.