Oh my water heater
Why is it you must malfunction
On a Sunday morning?
#haiku (human composed)
Oh my water heater
Why is it you must malfunction
On a Sunday morning?
#haiku (human composed)
I'd say you're having a bad day...
Yes, holidays interfere with home disasters.
One Christmas Eve, my husband grabbed to super duper extra strength pipe cleaner instead of the Drano, and it burned a hole through the pipe under the kitchen sink.
He and my father made a 5:30PM trip to the hardware store, and got a piece of pipe and connector to fix it, only realizing once they got home that it wasn't the right size. And that the hardware store had closed at 6.
We had Christmas Dinner for 12 planned for the next day. My mother and I decided we could get through it if no one was allowed in the kitchen.
Brother-in-law #1, from Sweden, had brought a special Swedish hot drink for us all to try, and needed to heat it on the stove.
Brother-in-law#2 figured that there's no problem he can't fix, so he and my husband spent 15 minutes on the floor with everything out from under the sink and their heads in the cupboard discussing options before giving up.
By this point, my mother and I were speaking to the men in the house only through clenched teeth. We each swore to the other that if we ever married again, it would be to a plumber.
The dinner all worked out, the food was good, and our efforts appreciated. We had to carry all the dishes to the basement to wash by hand in the set tub near the washer and dryer, but we managed, and after a few years, looked back and could laugh about it.