
I thought something might be amiss when I went into the downstairs bathroom & the rug was wet; the kind of wet that says a) it rained w/the window open b) the boys missed again, or c) we've got some leakage. But no, I'm tired, it has to be wet from the rain. Yesterday's rain, right?

So, I went from denial in the bathroom to the garage - did I mention that I have a garage that is indoors, shielded from the elements? I do. Anyways, all of the lights in the garage are burned out, (so it's dark - I like the dark, so its ok,) and while I'm doing the laundry (cleaning my whites & blatantly sucking up to the woman of the house... ) I feel rain. In the garage. Looking up, I see (in the dark) a stream of water pouring onto the floor. Inside. I can no longer live in denial. So I must minimize.
The wife calls the plumbers who've been working upstairs (did I mention we're having a complete remodel of our bathroom done so that not one, but two (2!) people can stand in the bathroom at the same time?!) - she begins to describe the problem, & we get a plumber to come visit us for special. No worries, I'm off the hook. Time for Stargate.

What comes next? I don't know; I am an indoor person who types on computers, reads books, & stuff like that. Fixing Things is what you get people to come do at your house - people that Know What They Are Doing.
