New leak…

Ah cruel pipes of yore. How you vex me!

This morning on my way to grab my clean, dry bathroom mat out of the dryer, I stepped into water. Lots of water. And then the water dripped on me. Water from my track lighting.

My track lighting is not some fancy waterfall fixture from a po-po-modern dance club. It is two lights on a track–thus the name, TRACK LIGHTING. Not raincloud.

So like any responsible homeowner, I burst into tears and called in “pipe burst in my ceiling and I can’t fucking deal” to work. Now I’m waiting for a friend from my shul who happens to be a contractor to come over and look at my new post-modern water/light fixture.