I have been frantically ebaying all day long. Tomorrow is the last day to list items for free, but tomorrow Cathy will need the computer back for schoolwork.
Two nights ago (Saturday), I took a bath. Later that night, Maryanne and I were watching TV in the living room when I happened to look up and completely freaked out. There was my bathwater, discoloring the living room ceiling.
Even though it was 9:00 at night, I called my plumber, who kindly called me back. I was completely freaking out. He did his best to calm me down, and by the time he showed up the next day, I was in fact much calmer. As we walked towards the living room, he assured me that the sheetrock would probably dry and all would be well.
And then he saw my living room ceiling. He said, “Ohhhhh,” and I knew I was completely hosed. So for the next month or so, my life will be dominated by the upcoming HOLE in my living room ceiling. Very sad. And don't even get me started on the expense.
I know things like this happen in life, and we just have to deal with them. But they always seem so big right when they're happening to you. Or, rather, me...