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.
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...
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