Friends, neighbors, homeowners: lend me your ears. I come to honor my husband, not to shame him.
... But let's be honest, the man isn't perfect. I'd come to believe that David was capable of just about anything. He's one of those guys that picks something up, figures it out, and is instantly good at it. Amazing? Yes. Annoying? Yes. :)
He conquered the stained concrete floors. He handcrafted beautiful kitchen countertops. He cut and installed those pretty wide baseboards that I really really wanted. And all without a hitch. Or so we thought.
Tuesday morning David woke up to a leaking pipe in our living room. He said he heard the water gushing in the wall, so he ran to turn it off. He woke me up and let me know he was getting towels from Walmart (we have like four bath towels to our name) and that he'd be back in a bit. Like any supportive, loving wife - I went back to sleep. When my alarm went off a few hours later, I got ready for work sans shower, and left my handy hubby at home to fix the issue.
When I got back home that night, I found this waiting for me...
The water had seeped through the wall and onto our floors. Now, in the kitchen, no big deal. Sealed concrete is great for spills and leaks. But wood laminate that's not in the best shape to begin with - doesn't take to water so kindly. And thus, our decision to replace our floors (which was way way waaaaaaaaaaay down on the list of home improvement projects) got bumped up to first place.
This is Louis the plumber.
Sorry the pics are dark - I didn't notice that the flash wasn't flashing. :)
And this is the hole in our wall that Louis the plumber made.
Louis the plumber was kind and humble man, and we greatly appreciated his help. And after his assessment of the situation, Louis the plumber came to a conclusion. It seems my highly capable husband who carefully secured our baseboards into the wall -- carefully secured them into a pipe. And what Louis the plumber told us is that the nail my husband carefully secured into the pipe, stood strong for a few weeks. But after those few weeks, that nail started to rust from the water flowing through that pipe. And on Tuesday morning, when my husband woke up, he found the leak from the pipe that he carefully secured that nail into just months before.
Since we re-vamped our budget at the beginning of the year, brand new floors weren't a possibility, so we've chosen to carry the scored concrete from the kitchen into the the livingroom.
Here's what we've got so far:
I'm actually pretty excited. We knew we wanted to something like this along down the line. So I'm guessing there will be some reason in the near future that we have crossed this off of our list.
Moral of the story? Well, take your pick.
A) As Louis the plumber says, "It happens to the best of us."
B) Sometimes mishaps can turn out to be beneficial.
C) Well, don't nail your baseboards into a pipe.
The End.
"I start walking your way. You start walking mine. We meet in the middle 'neath that ol' Georgia pine. We gain a lot of ground if we both give a little. Aint no road too long when we meet in the middle." (There, Mandy. :) )
