My mother called me at work today (she’s in town, staying with us). She was in the basement asking how to make my printer work.
She mentioned that it smelled musty down there, which it does, a little.
But when I got home, Stacey said there were puddles downstairs, presumably from the rain storm of late.
I went down to investigate, and noticed that one of the puddles was composed mostly of ground up rice, carrots and lettuce. Directly below the kitchen sink pipe.
So… does anyone have a plumber recommendation to fix rusted-through pipes?
I can do it. It’s really easy.
When can we book you?
Thank you, but I expect you’re busy for a while.
How would you know, mysterious stranger?
Sometimes… I forget to log in.
Sometimes… I’m logged in as Stacey and don’t notice.
Sometimes… I morph into a chipmunk.
You will not have anything like this disaster, but I thought you would enjoy reading the most current post from one of my favorite blogs:
http://www.dooce.com/
My heart was pounding as I read the entries about their pipes. I am a magnet for water incidents and I knew from the beginning where the whole thing was going. I kept wanting to scream, “No! No! Go back! Go back!”
There was a separation in the line at my old house, and I had it turbo snaked about every nine months, just in anticipation that I might see leaves in the toilet. God, I was a nervous wreck.
Maybe you attrack water in all forms. Perhaps you should try your hand at dowsing.
I also attract ankle injuries. I blame it all on the fact that I am an Aquarian.
We don’t blame you.
We have chosen to blame my parents.
Every time they visit, we lose power, internet or water. Next time they come, I’m sure we’re going to lose the air.