Yesterday I was on my way up the stairs to my apartment when my husband's nephew called out to me and said his mom wanted to talk to me. Since my sister in law and I normally avoid each other it could mean either one of two things... (1) someone in the family died and she needed to tell me about it, or (2) something from my apartment was leaking into hers.
It turned out to be a leak. Something in my kitchen. From the looks of it the main drainpipe going from under the kitchen sink, had sprung a leak.
I went upstairs and informed my husband. First he said 'She's imagining the leak.' - the denial phase. Then he decided that we'd just shut off the water in the kitchen and wash dishes in the bathroom from now on. ... Since I no longer wash dishes (that's the girl's job now) the girls were none too pleased. Now dear husband has decided he is a plumber.... sigh... he will get into his DIY mode and attack the problem himself.
Hopefully soon he will give up and hire a plumber. In the meantime I am doing my best to control my temper because if I lose it there will be more than just a leaky pipe to deal with... there will be a man in my house with a LEAK IN HIS BLOODY HEAD!!!!!!!