That was one of Larry’s best lines throughout this. Holy smokes, what a week and weekend. We worked really, really hard getting ready. Garage, yard, moving all furniture, rugs, emptying drawers and bottom shelves, cleaning out the fireplace (which was KEY). We moved the boats into the middle of the canal and tied numerous lines to both sides of the canal. We hauled the whaler. We were absolutely prepared and our end result proved this. The kids and I went to my mothers….that’s another post in itself. Larry stayed at the house. The water, when it finally surged, came very, very fast. It started at our chimney and just kept coming. I spoke to Larry around 8:30am and he said the playroom was full (one step below the main floor) and we were inches from total flooding. He said it would definitely happen as he couldn’t believe how fast the water was rising. Anyhoo, we did flood. Four inches through the first floor. Larry told me not to come home until 8ish Sunday night. He cleaned and cleaned and cleaned and I swear to God, when I walked back in my house I could have cried at how amazing it looked. If Larry had told me we didn’t have water, I absolutely would have believed him. Embarrasingly, the floors and woodwork are cleaner now than when I left! I LOVE YOU LARRY. I’ll never ask you for another love letter because the one I got Sunday night was better than anything. My video subscription has lapsed, so I’m using YouTube now instead. Take a lookie here. The photos at the end are of us at Frank & Dick’s Monday night. We worked our asses off all day Monday and Larry said, “I don’t give a shit. We’re going out on the boat tonight at 6pm no matter what we haven’t finished.” I noticed on Facebook that Frank & Dick’s had opened and off we went!