Well, it's been a while since I first signed up for this, and this will be my first story. I've been putting it off because I really only signed up for this so I could read grandpa's stories. But then I reflected on that and realized it was pretty selfish. And then there's the dilemma of what to write. It's not that I don't have stories, it's just choosing which ones are actually interesting. ... I still haven't really decided yet. I think I'll just give brief overview of my life right now. Posterity will like that, right? It is fairly exciting at the moment.

Right now, I'm hiding in my room because we're having plumbing problems. What kind? I'll start at the beginning.

I woke up this morning, and exitted my room. I fwas greeted by the sight of everyone moving the furniture and putting down towels and buckets. Yes, it was raining in the basement. Not all over, of course. Just along the middle, where the plumbing is located. Once everything was safely out of the way, we began surgery on the ceiling. Dad cut out a lot of drywall and let everything drain out (we had turned the water off as soon as we noticed the rain) while mom and I emptied the garbage cans. After the ceiling stopped dripping, me and dad turned the water on to try and identify where the leak was coming from. It didn't start leaking, so then we tried the showers. That started it gushing. We were able to identify the line that was leaking, but it was up in another wall. At about that point, someone tried to use the toilet. It wouldn't drain at all. So we figured there was a blockage somewhere. Mom and Dad tried our usual plumber, but since it's Sunday, he didn't answer. I then took Kristina to Nana and Grandpa's house to take a shower while Mom and Dad tried to hunt down a reliable plumber. Nana and I talked while Kristina was in the shower, nothing particularly important. When I got back, we had a plumber and he and Dad were poking around. I followed them around for a bit, then took Alibi (my dog) to my room because she was getting in the way. I poked my head out every once in a while, right up until the sewer line spilled. I'm uninformed about anything that has happened past that point, since I've been hiding from the sewage. I think I'll go out and investgate.

... And Dad is cleaning sewage with a shop-vac. Since it's at the bottom of the stairs, I'm not going anywhere. I'll be back later today with more news and possibly pics!