My house has officially staged a revolt.
Last week, we replaced a ton of our return plumbing. Last night, an old pipe burst. Our kitchen sink exploded and the plumber is just gonna have to move in.
As Aaron was leaving this morning, the back door fell off its hinge.
Sixty-five years old and my house is telling me it's ready to retire.
I'll be back on when writing about sewage isn't the center of my life.
postscript: guess who needs to tear out a wall and have the main water valve replaced.... go on, guess!
postscript2 :OH MY HELL... GUESS WHO'S GETTING HER YARD DUG UP TODAY?
They dug up my yard. What they needed to fix isn't broken. Now, I get to tear out a wall in the basement and have my main system replaced.
Of course, Aaron's on a business trip.