It was the most beautiful Sunday. 74 and not a cloud in the sky.
Sweaty, happy kids ran about the yard amidst a gaggle of outside lawn toys. Neighbors appeared everywhere, inching out of the winter woodwork to examine the state of things. Tired lawnmowers coughed and sputtered up as they geared up for another good season of their work.
All was just about right with the world until......
the toilet overflowed!
And then I spent a good hour mopping the floors. My parents came over for the occasion and to help plunge and clean...and to be there for moral support as I survived my first solo plumbing disaster.
(But because of that marvelous day outside, I promise that not all was lost!)