Step, step, step, squiiish....

So I was walking on my floor this morning (y'know, as you do) when I hit a wet spot on my carpet. Against the wall adjoining my kitchen. "Huh," I thought, "that's funny. I don't remember dropping anything with wate....oh fuuuuuuck."

Yes, my sink was leaking. Under the sink, onto the floor, under the pass-through wall to my dining/living room. AAARGH. The plumber, who is here as I write this, is a bit of a knob (DUDE. If you're going to run the water to see where the leak is, GET A FUCKING RAG READY TO MOP IT UP. I've now got another half-litre of water under my wall where I can't get at it. Thanks a lot, jerk.) but at least this is a small problem compared to my New Year's Flood of '04. *shudder* And, of course, I still HAVE a home, unlike all those unfortunate souls in Victoria (Australia, not B.C.). So all in all, it's looking good.

Still a pain in the butt, though. :P

P.S. Goodness, that's a bit of a downer of a post, eh? Otherwise things are going well, though, really! Got to see the nephew take his first steps over the weekend! :D