Drip Drop

My mom was in town last Wednesday through Monday. We had loads of fun running around town, eating at good restaurants, and watching the Olympics.

Last Saturday, our house sprung a leak. Yes you read correctly. As soon as I hit "publish post" on my last post, I heard dripping in the kitchen. I immediately assumed that the faucet wasn't turned all the way off. Much to my surprise, the ceiling was dripping into the kitchen sink. WHAT?! Mr. H was still asleep, mom was in the shower, so I waited.

I stared at the leak wondering, "What are we going to do to stop this? Is our ceiling about to fall to the floor? How much is this going to cost to fix? I should blog about this now! Nah, I'll just wait til next week to share."

Something about me yelling, "Mom! Our ceiling is leaking!" woke Mr. H up and we immediately started googling plumbers. Scratch that, googling plumbers that are available to work on a Saturday and don't charge a ridiculous overtime fee. Mr. H texted some coworkers and thankfully, one coworker came back with a ringing endorsement for his plumber.

Within 20 minutes, Top Dog Plumber arrived at our house. He thought we had a loose drain in the guest bathtub (located upstairs, directly above the kitchen sink). Plleeeease please let it be a loose drain. That sounds cheap to fix. No no. No loose drain. Broken tub shoe. I'm going to pretend like I know what that is.

Tub Shoe

Shoe Tub

What I do know is that they had to drill a hole in our kitchen ceiling to get to the shoe and fix it. So yeah, I'm sitting here with a 1 ft x 1 ft hole in our kitchen ceiling. Apparently this problem was caused by shoddy installation about 2 years ago when the previous owners renovated our house before we bought it.

Oh the joys of home ownership!

Did I mention Top Dog's cell phone ring was "Who Let the Dogs Out?" That almost made the whole experience worth it.