Jo’s Cafe

Ah, the joys of home ownership.  After 5 years in a home, that was 6 years old to begin with, things start to break. 

The masterbath has two sinks.  About 3 months before the SGM was due home, my sink started dripping.  For a good while I was able to make it stop; but then alas, one day I couldn’t.   So being the resourceful person I am - I cut the water off to the sink and started using the SGMs sink.

Fast forward to yesterday.  We figured out the problem was the washer warn down.  Off to the local hardware store where a nice wall of washers was to be found.  Yes, they had the one we needed.  We bought three.  Figuring one of the three sinks had gone back, we’d just replace them all.

The SGM heads back to the masterbath and just banging and clanging was heard for a bit.  Then water flow!  Yeah, my sink was functional again.   On to the next sink.  

Note: I was in the living room reading my Soap Opera Weekly while this was happening.

All of a sudden I hear “SHIT!! DAMN! SHIT” and hear water.  I run into the bathroom to find the SGM holding his hand over the water facet and water spraying everywhere.

“The cold water isn’t turned off all the way.”  I dive between his legs under the sink and proceed to “try” and turn the spigot off.  The dimwits that built this house put the drain pipe right next to the spigot and it stopped the turning of the on/off handle.  I had to shove the drain pipe out of the way “each” time I turned the handle; but eventually it was off. 

Damn that water was cold.

I was angry.  Not at him, not at anything - just angry at the 1/2 inch of water on the floor and thinking how much damage could be done if we didn’t get it up quick.   Expensive towels hit the floor; one around each of us to get warm from the cold bath, and for the next hour we mopped up water that seemed to have gone everywhere.  Drawers were pulled out and drained.  I haven’t tried the blow dryer yet. 

After the hour had passed, I apologized for being angry at nothing and asked him to help me bandage a bloody thumb.  I don’t know how it happened, but in my panic to get stuff away from the water I started grabbing stuff and throwing in the tub.

The drawers have dried out, the sinks are fixed and supper take-out turned into another comedy from Applebees.  (Let me just say they need to stop hiring the KMart rejects for curb service).

Ah - homeownership.  Gotta love it.