floodsville and unhappy campers

we just got back in from inspecting the river.  it's really swollen, yet they are allowing cars over the maple ave bridge.  the train is stopped across its river bridge and ch thinks it's to keep the bridge from floating away if necessary.  frightening.

i got some good pics tonight of the flood and the city. 

before we left, i could hear him on the phone with the sil and as we were driving home, he wondered if i'd want to go out with him to meet her and the cousin at the pub for a beer before they went to the movies tonight.  i said no.  really, i dont care to meet up with the cousin and i most certainly do not feel like being the sil's audience.  too fucking bad.

so then ch basically pouted and decided that he'd stay home.  he wasnt going to "sit there by myself"....uhm, you wouldnt be, ffs.  whatever.  it's not my problem...

so who knows how the sil will take this one.  no doubt i'm the bad guy again.  jesus christ, if only she knew that he wont do anything alone....