I'm not really sure that I can explain what happened tonight. I was rinsing a plate in the sink when I noticed my feet were getting wet. Next thing I knew Jess was mopping my kitchen. Then it got even better - I had a dishpan under the sink that had filled with water from the leak, and in a moment of sheer stupidity, I took it out of the cabinet and dumped it in the sink. Uh, yeah, that created a little waterfall between the cabinet and the floor.
By this time, I was not just laughing, but doing that thing where I can't breathe and my stomach hurts. (In case you haven't noticed- when I'm not sure how to react to something, I generally end up laughing.)
My garbage disposal somehow cracked and came apart. Who knows what else is wrong. What is it with this week? First it was the iPod, and now this. Ah, the joys of being an adult...
My faithful and quick-thinking friend:
Where it all started...