The House Gods

So I think some higher power is trying to tell us that we should get our asses in gear to fix up our house. Last weekend we had a major leak in our upstairs bathroom (the one with the ugliest wallpaper ever, that we've been meaning to fix up forever) that leaked into our basement closet and bathroom. Erich had to pull up carpet and take out some of the wall, or fake wood paneling . . . it was a mess. Then the next day we decided to clean out a closet in the laundry room that kind of smelled only to find a mouse had made it his bachelor pad and pee'd and poo'd everywhere, including the floor which we had to take up as well. The mouse got away. . . and let me just say the cats are FIRED!!!! But not to worry our lovely little 2 year old Darby found it dead right in front of her trampoline a couple nights later, fabulous (sarcasm, sarcasm). If that wasn't enough, Sunday Erich cooked some ribs for dinner and totally blew out our oven. So what do we do now, we can't really get the oven we want right now because that would entail our ideal kitchen remodel . . .hmmm, can't "Extreme Home Makeover" come over and fix our house for us in a week AND send us on a week long vacation to the Caribbean? I'd guess we'd just better get to work :)