Owning a home can create mixed emotions. Sometimes it's the bee's knees, and often times it's the cat's pajamas. Then there are those other times when it's the dog's breakfast, like when you have to pay to repair something. Ah, the joys of home ownership: having to spend money unexpectedly because something's broke and it's got to be fixed!
Such is the story of our kitchen sink, currently. It was fine this morning, however upon attempting to clean a few dishes while I was cooking, I found that it was actually clogged. As Paul wasn't home yet I proceeded to use the plunger on it. I mostly got wet and dirty and angered the dog. When he arrived he tried the pipe snake on it. Even after going fifteen feet in, we still have a problem.
Paul will be in contact with a plumber friend he has, but it's still frustrating to have these things happen. If there was a magic repair fairy, I'd definitely be wishing for him/her to come visit me right now.
