Last weekend our bathroom fell apart. Sunday morning Emily walked into the bathroom and flipped on the light. It popped and sizzled and flashed and then fell dark. Lightbulb gone.
Sunday evening I crawled out of the most relaxing "glory bath" (as Dad calls it). I pulled open the door and before I knew what had happened, I was standing there with the doorknob in my hand and the door was no longer attached. The other side of the antique crystal knob hit the floor with a thud. Luckily the door also opened or I would have had a big problem.
Monday morning our houseguest emerged from our dark, doorknobless bathroom to delicately inform us that our toilet was overflowing onto the tile floor. Within seconds water was pouring out into the hall onto our hardwood floor.
Coincidence? The jury is out.
1 comment:
while i was waiting downstairs because i didn t have the keys to get to the house neither a fone to call ,Caithlyn was calling all my friends in chicago...
Merci caithlyn :)
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