Two days ago (I think that was Friday), I needed a carseat put back in the van. My husband opened the garage door to do that for me because I had my own three children plkus the two neighbor girls. He put the seat in teh van and came back to close the garage door. When he did so the door bumped a box and the box bumped a water pipe ("and the armbone's connected to the..." and water began spraying EVERYWHERE. He had walked away toward his car to leave for work..I screamed (that water was COLD) and hurried to shut off the main water to the pipe(I am good like that in emergency sitations) and called him back. He did some swearing...and then I sent him off to work with the promise that I would have the pipe repaired before he got home.
I took a picture of the borken pipe with my cell phone and then did what ANY (insane) person would do...I shut off the main water to the house and went to my favorite coffee shop. I needed to refuel (at 8:30 am) before I took on this project.
After refueling I was off to the local hardware store. I showed Mr. Plumber-man my cell phone picture (he looked at me like I was NUTS...I thought it was ingenious). Then he proceeded to call me all sorts of nice names like "little lady". Although a bit sexist, he was incredibly helpful. I had my gear and was on my way. I called a neighbor because I always like to have an extra set of hands when doing a project...in case I electrocute myself...or in this case, drown. He came over and together we reapired the broken pipe. Hubby was impressed and I was relieved.
Not for long...Yesterday I went to buy some coffee at the local mini-mart (I think I drink a lot of coffee) to fuel up for the first time of the day. When I came home two of my kids were in front of the tv and the third was playing in the toyroom. Dave was on the computer working and bubbles were floating across my kitchen floor...the source? The dishwasher. I knew exactly what happened. I called to my beloved "Honey, did you put sink dishwashing liquid in the dishwasher". He replies "Yes, we were out of the powder". An honest mistake. He came up to see hwat was going on (at this point the kids were super-excited) and again with the swearing. He went back to work and I went to work on the bubble situation. I tried cold water from the sprayer in the sink (not helpful). I tried vinegar (sounded plausible). I tried a BUCKET of cold water (Isn't cold water supposed to get rid of bubbles?) FInally I called my best friend...she is so wise. She said to shop vac the dishwasher. I didn't have a shop vac so I improvised...I used the steamcleaner. It worked. No more bubbles and life is good...until Sunday.
Dave took our eldest to a dog show. She LOVES dogs so it was a big event for her. I decided to take the wee ones to the big rat (Chuck E Cheese). I decided to skip the coffee this morning and go with a protein shake. I was trying a new brand and I have to admit that it was PRETTY tasty. However, there we are an hour later, shoes on, ready to go out the door and my body decides that it doesn't really like that particular brand of protein. I head for the bathroom and begin to smell a burning smell..."Hmmmmmmm...What is that?" I wonder. The smell gets stronger and I hurry out of the bathroom to discover its source...#3 (in the short time I was in the bathroom) managed to pull out the iron, pick the outlet safety plug from its home in the wall and plug in the iron. Then she laid the iron on its side. This was the result:
I was flabbergasted...I had NO idea what to do (other than unplug the iron). Did I mention that this spot is RIGHT in the middle of my living room floor...RIGHT in the middle?
I did what any (insane) person would do...I grabbed my kids and went to see the big rat. We had a good time. My friend Sara (a Martha Stewart of sorts) said we could fix it. So, we went home to my house and did this:
and then finished up with this:
and then took a good look at it. I believe she said "If you step WAY back here and blurry your eye a little bit you don't even notice". So, then we ordered this:
in this color:
Here is a picture of the guilty party (in her defense she DID try to clean it up with a wipe).
Thank goodness nothing (child nor house) got seriously burned, but REALLY, can I just get out of here and start my vacation already?
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