"NO LEAKS!!!" "WE'RE GOOD!!!" "ALL CLEAR ON BATTLEFRONT NUMBER ONE!!!"
Leak Duty. We need walkie-talkies. An arsenal of water-defying armaments. Scuba suits. That's right. It's replace-the-plumbing-because-we've-had-way-to-many-leaks-time. Everything's peachy. The middle-stairs faucet works, the little bathroom's faucet works...
"ENEMY INVASION ON FLOOR NUMBER TWOOOO!!!!"
Squad Member #3 (That's me) rushes to the site of the incident. My eyes widen at the site of the catastrophe. Ok, it's just a little drip, but, um, it's coming from the ceiling. And there's this huge bump that looks sort of sloshy. I pull a convenient weapon from the cabinet and hold it up to the ceiling. Squad Member #1 slides into the kitchen at a full battle run (That's the slippery-sock slide, for those wood floor connoisseurs). He slices the bump open with surgical violence, and water surges from captivity into the waiting receptacle. Yes. It was the dreaded "Pipe-Leading-From-The-Tub-Break." Huge gaping hole in the ceiling right above the kitchen counter? Dry wall dust in my chicken salad and tub slime in my apple juice box? Just a little piece of soggy ceiling falling in the midst of a loving family's home.
Don't grow up, kids. I've heard home maintenance is a drag.
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This is Sebastian. He likes to look at things upside down sometimes.
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