When it rains, it pours. In the winter, that means it freezes and I heard somewhere that frozen pipes are no bueno. I have to admit, I’m not big on letting my faucets drip. The thought of walking by a dripping faucet without turning it off is enough to make me insane.

Saturday morning I woke up to what I thought was a spilled cup of water. The circumference of the wetness was larger than I had hoped for. My eyes went from the ground to my dresser in a really, really slow motion. I mean, a really slow motion. I didn’t want to see my cup of water from the previous night. Of course, that’s exactly what I saw, which meant that the situation was probably bad. I was hoping that my brother brought home a dog that morning. Although unlikely, I thought it was a better option than learning that I had an early morning pee walk gone bad.

Long story short, I felt like I was in an episode of Home Alone and the victim of the Sticky Bandits. Water started to accumulate everywhere I walked. I had a Hollywood production studio in my bedroom, or so I felt. It was weird and disheartening to see water ripple under my carpet and flow into my bathroom. Here are some pics of my weekend.








Dehumidifier and a fan make my place look nice! Whoo!
The culprit. Busted pipe behind the wall that the plumber fixed at 1 a.m.


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