Water

The rain is really coming down out there. Monsoon season. Yesterday we drove through a foot of water where it was flooded. Thank God for our safe dry house. Well, most of the time. The other day Steph woke up to an inch deep of water in the kitchen. They fill the tank everyday and for whatever reason, that morning it didn't stop. So we mopped up bucket after bucket. The irony of it all was that we couldn't get water from our kitchen faucet or the drinking filter cause it was broken for days. It happens every couple weeks, then they send the plumber, he comes to fix it, we have water for another couple weeks until it stops again. They can't figure out what the problem is.

So after we mopped up the kitchen floor the plumber came. His wrench in hand was the only tool he arrived with. Steph and I were working in the front room, until I hear this... "uhhh..." and I go in the kitchen to see water all over the floor. Apparently he opened the pipe without placing a bucket under it. This happened the last time he came too. I don't think we really would've cared except we had just finished mopping up the entire kitchen. We throw him a couple towels and I'm telling him this is the second time today, but of course he doesn't understand a word I'm saying. After I explain my frustration I say the typical "No problem, no problem..." which he understands.

30 minutes later he has it working. We have water coming from the sink faucet and it's trickling out of the filter which is normal. As he's walking out the door Steph yells, "Thanks! See ya next week!" I was dying laughing. You had to be there.