So yesterday we went from this:
Because of THIS:
two wires on the right had shorted, melted the wire nut (that's the
melty blob on the left) and when my husband opened the laundry closet
where this thing squatted, he heard the unmistakable sound of wires
shorting. NOT a sound you want to hear, ever. Not to mention that the
thing was hideously corroded inside.
For comic relief, the home warranty we'd bought when we moved in a year ago had expired less than three weeks ago, huzzah.
Not anxious to die in a fire we replaced the water heater yesterday...
Late last night it began dripping.
when we discovered that homes now have check valves in the plumbing and
the water heater desired a lil' buddy--a pressure tank to keep things
from getting really, really ugly. So off to the hardware store again.
By the way, for nearly $500 you'd think they could at least get the company logo sticker on straight.
Meanwhile, painting goes on. And yes, there is a spot behind the water heater that needs paints, as does the rest of the laundry closet. Because why stop at painting rooms when you can have to do closets, too?
For weeks like this, I try and remember to sing this little song:
Though some days I feel less like Mr. Bird and more like Mrs. Bird as she is depicted here.