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A little bit of trivia for you - this is the longest I have ever lived in the same house.

I like this house. And I hope we actually get to own it before we have to leave it. But I'm also realizing that the challenge with living in the same house for an extended period of time is that you get to live with your decisions - landscaping mistakes (who knew roses could get so big), agreeing to paint your own trim to save a few dollars (most of it's done) and buying your own carpet cleaner (sigh). And I've learned that houses will eventually need some of those repairs that go beyond routine maintenance.

Our kitchen tap has, off and on during our time here, dripped. It usually starts slow and accelerates towards the end of my husband's patience when he replaces some part I can't name and it stops dripping for a time.

So today, he replaced that part once again.

But this time, instead of stopping the drip, it created a water feature. Right under the kitchen counter where I've always NOT wanted a water feature. After several attempts to figure out what was happening and mopping up each time, we decided we don't have a clue what's happening and will have to call a plumber.

But not 'til Monday. I'm not paying weekend rates again.

In the meantime, I wanted to do dishes (and that, my friend, does not happen often). Apart from needing some of those dishes, I don't want the plumber seeing the mountain of dishes sitting there in various stages of decay.

Solution?

The utility sink in the laundry room, of course. Fortunately, I had taken the old fish tank out and disinfected the sink just the day before. (Part of the souring towel incident, but again, that's for another time.)

So we put an assembly line together - someone to wash (me, of course), someone to dry, run dishes up and down the hall, etc. And we got them done.

And apparently we get to do it again tomorrow. And Monday, if the plumber can't come right away.

Ahh, the joys of home ownership.