LEAKY. FAUCET.
'Wow, the carpet's so cold down here in the basement that it almost feels wet,' I thought as I sat at the desk. Guess what? The carpet really WAS wet! Soaked, matter of fact. I called Hubby at work to tell him, and he immediately dropped what he was doing and came straight home. Harumph, I can't get him to do that for me...not even when I promise that I'll show him the new moves I learned on the Stripper Channel. Really...I don't watch the Stripper Channel (does one even exist?)...but my point is...nothing gets him to leave work, and I mean NOTHING. Except, however, a leaky faucet. Long story short: we found the source, fixed up the problem, pulled back the carpets, cut away the underlay and mopped up the water. It's been a learning experience. But the most important thing I learned is how to get Hubby to come home; just two little words... LEAKY. FAUCET. I'll leave the interpretation up to him...