I decided to wash some dishes by hand the other night (don't be shocked), and pulled my dishrack out from under the sink. I set it up on the side board, ran some soapy water into one side of the sink and put a rubber mat in the other. Then I began to wash. Z-boy came in just as I was beginning to rinse stuff and I heard a strange noise.
I turned around. "Z? Are you peeing on the floor????"
Mr. Innocent looked right back at me - "No, Mommy! I would never do that!" (history not with-standing... of course, he was much younger then.)
The noise continued, so we listened hard and followed the sound to.... under the sink. What a mess! VOLUMES of water to mop up. It was very weird - we hadn't had so much as a drip under there and now it was Niagara Falls.
We cleaned up as best we could, and came up with our temporary strategy for washing dishes or rinsing out coffee pots...
And I called a plumber, who came today.... A big guy, who squeezed himself under my sink for the better part of an hour. This is what he brought out with him:
The house is 43 years old. I suppose I shouldn't be surprised. No wonder the water was coming out the way it was! This was the second failed-pipe call to these guys. I am curious how many more there will be before our lease is up???
Courtesy of Wayne the Plumber, at least I have this sexy little number to keep me distracted until the next plumbing catastrophy occurs!