Mopping Up a Mess in the Kitchen
When I woke up this morning, it seemed like it would be a great day. The sun was shining, birds were chirping, and it seemed like one of those few perfect moments in life.
Or so I thought.
When I went downstairs to fix breakfast, I was greeted with a large puddle on my kitchen floor. Turns out that after a little investigation, my kitchen faucets had been leaking all night.
So, I found myself taking the roll of both a janitor and a plumber today - not quite my idea of the way Friday is supposed to be.
