drip, drip, drip

If you live in the Bay Area, you know that we're suffering from torrential downpours and high winds. I'm not complaining. I love winter weather. But others are hating on our hail storms and 35 mph winds. I was especially excited on Valentine's Day when it was cold and wet and gray because that meant I could start a fire right before Alan got home so that we'd have a romantic homemade dinner by fire light. Only, our floo didn't exactly open all the way so within seconds of lighting the fire our whole living room was filled with smoke and we had to spray water on the log to get the flames out, creating even more smoke. Ooops. And now? Well, now it's still halfway open and we can't get it to close and the rain is coming down our chimney drenching the already wet log and creating mud out of the ash from our previous fire. And you know, it's kind of a loud drip, drip, drip ... not at all the soothing sounds of the water against the double-paned window or the rooftop. Double oops.