7 May - Waiting for the Drip
Sometime after we moved in, the faucet on the tub in the master bathroom developed a drip. Numfar decided that it existed solely for her pleasure, and we'd quite often walk into the room to find her licking water off the bottom of the tub and waiting for another drip... And then last week, rackham had a chance to take things apart and managed to figure out what was wrong (and, even better, fix it). The next morning, I went in to take a shower and was greeted by an amusing sight.
She sat there and stared at the faucet, waiting for it to drip, the entire time I was taking my shower and getting dressed afterward. She kept at it while I ran and got my phone to snap this photo... she probably ended up waiting a good twenty minutes before she finally gave up on that elusive drip. I almost felt bad that we'd fixed it!
She sat there and stared at the faucet, waiting for it to drip, the entire time I was taking my shower and getting dressed afterward. She kept at it while I ran and got my phone to snap this photo... she probably ended up waiting a good twenty minutes before she finally gave up on that elusive drip. I almost felt bad that we'd fixed it!