No change.

I am still stuck at mom's...
Still without water.

Even though we are neighbors... the acreage between us means I have high-speed, normal-people internet.
They don't.
I have been using their air-card...
but for whatever reason, I can't comment back on your blogs.
I am reading.  :)
...And commenting in my head!

As for the water situation:
I am not complaining about being at my mom's... honestly I think I am the last person bothered by the water mess or living situation.

But I know Lance is overwhelmed.  (The text about the house being on fire kind of gave me the hint)
And even though my mom says she doesn't mind us here.... I have known her for almost 27 years...  she's starting to mind.

Our landlord is like 80 and tight, tight, tight.
She has not called a plumber to fix the problem, nor has she taken any initiative to do so.
If she were a random 40 year old man, I would be going hormone-crazy on her at this point.
But for some reason, I feel like I would be out of line complaining since she's old.

The crawl space under this million year old house is also tight.
Tight, tight, tight. ::but literally not metaphorically.
And my husband is shaped more like an apple rather than a banana.
As is my dad.

We have a skinny friend, who will hopefully help fix the bust tonight...
but this hardly seems like this should be our issue-- since we are renters.
We need water.
And my mom needs her house back.
I guess we will make the fixing our issue.

Stay tuned.