Adventures in Plumbing
Because we don’t have a dishwasher, that regular task falls to me. I don’t really mind because it makes me feel like I’m actually contributing to the daily maintenance of the house.
I settled myself in front of the sink over the Fourth of July weekend to attack the mountain of dishes, cups and other assorted items which we used while entertaining Maria’s family. Nothing really seemed out of the ordinary.
Then I felt something funny. I couldn’t quite figure it out at first, but realized I had a wet sock.