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.
The culprit. Busted pipe behind the wall that the plumber fixed at 1 a.m.