the G sides

Yesterday ended up being a very long day.

After all the fun at Panera, finally make it home in time to get in a quick power nap before kids and a school function that night.

As we’re walking out the door to go, Camber tells me that the dress-up clothes downstairs are soaking wet.

???????

How did that happen? A leak from the ceiling.

My stomach hit the floor. Upon closer inspection, it is a leak from the main water line going upstairs. It’s in the wall in our kitchen. And the dollar signs start chugging in my mind.

I call Toby. Our spiked-haired Canadian youth volunteer who plays 7 instruments…and is an electrician who has done some plumbing.

By 10 pm, I have a slighter larger hole in wall behind the refrigerator but no leaky pipes and I’m not busted broke!!

YEA TOBY!!!