*keysmash*
Figures that the handle to the kitchen faucet, which has been somewhat leaky and that Dad's looking at tomorrow, opts to come off in my hands right after Dad has gone to bed. I am not a plumber, and there may or may not be leaking from underneath the kitchen counter now. I sorta managed to get the handle back on, though.
Between this and my iPod lying to me about how much battery it had left while I washed the pans, I sorta wanted a drink. Not that that would have made me any more coordinated in putting the handle back on, but it would have made me feel better.
Between this and my iPod lying to me about how much battery it had left while I washed the pans, I sorta wanted a drink. Not that that would have made me any more coordinated in putting the handle back on, but it would have made me feel better.