Apparently, the Noah Experience has begun early.
Last night it rained here. Probably in anticipation of us going camping. Why wait, right? Anyway, when Abbie went out to move Ben's car this morning, she came in looking worried and told me, "There's a LAKE sloshing around in Dad's car." I assured her I would go out with a towel to mop it up. She replied, "No, you'll have to BAIL it out." I laughed at her certain exaggeration.
But no. The girl is honest to a fault. It WAS sloshing. It WAS a lake. I DID have to bail it out.
I hauled the shopvac out there and got that baby humming. Vacuumed THREE GALLONS of water out of the passenger side of the car, and I am not making this up. Put the windows down and let the sunshine and breeze do the rest.
Then when I talked to Ben around 5 pm, he said, "You know, the trunk has been getting a little wet lately. Have you looked in there?" You have got to be kidding me.
So after dinner I went out and opened the trunk. Put all the tools back in the garage and felt the carpet. Sure enough, damp, but not soaked by any means. Then I had the thought to lift up the cover on the spare tire well.
CURSE the THOUGHT!
The spare tire was about 7/8 submerged in water. Vacuumed another 2 or 3 gallons of water out of it and left the cover in the garage.
Mommy, may I skip this camping trip?
Be thankful ~