The moron who built this place ran all the water on the property through a shed out back, with a shutoff valve that was nonfunctional. So when the uninsulated pipes blew up from the recent cold snap, there was no way to stop Prescott Falls other than shutting off all the water to the house. This is not helpful for such things as cooking, washing the resulting dishes, flushing the toilet, or basically anything.
Now, there was a positive side, at least for me. When the first thing you see in the morning is a beautiful naked woman standing in the bathtub looking like an even hotter Venus on the Half Shell, that can't help but make your day a little brighter. When said woman is doing so for the purpose of taking a shower from a couple of cooking pots with stove-warmed water(and definitely NOT happy about it), however...
Well, it is what it is. Luckily, one of our brothers in the Eagles is a plumber, and managed to solve the problem once and for all, at a more-than-reasonable price. Once it gets warmer, I'm tearing that damn shed down so that one stone may not stand upon another. I'll use the lights, sink and AC in the garage, the siding to fix some broken skirting, the frame for firewood, and the leftover drywall and shingles to throw at solicitors who ignore the sign.
As for the leftover concrete pad? Maybe a big-ass BBQ pit, or if we can score a great deal on a hot tub...
Anyway, I'll be back in full swing in short order. And Glock just jumped up in my lap and farted. You probably didn't need to know that, but if I have to suffer through it, you at least have to read about it.
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