The fun never stops

So Zack seems to be much better, regaining his appetite. Orly, who was also sick, also seems better. We'd pretty much just stopped playing the "Whose bodily fluids will appear next and where?" game. (Example: Orly, vomit, in the billiard room; or Zack, diarrhea, with the candlestick). Sounds like a good time for a new crisis, right?

So we're just sitting down to dinner and notice that the Pergo "floorboards" in the kitchen are not only coming up, but if you step on the corner, water bubbles out. Not good. I'm upstairs on Zack patrol, since he's just falled asleep, and Nathan is, I believe, downstairs with a plumber ripping out drywall.

Yay.