Water Leak

About 8:40pm on Thursday night.....

Robin - "Sam, it seems to be a little wet around the base of the toilet in my bathroom."

Sam - "I think it's coming from the shower. Let me take a look."

Robin - "Oh. Don't worry about it right now."

Sam - "Hold on, hon. Let me get a flashlight."

And so here's the rest of the story. Sam ends up tightening screws somewhere underneath the tank of the toilet. Then he realizes that the tub actually needs to be re-caulked. This requires a screwdriver, a pocketknife and caulk gun and tube of caulk. I offer moral support by standing in the doorway of the bathroom and make little comments like, "I didn't mean to cause a major ordeal." And I sigh a lot. At one point, Sam was on his side and wedged in between the wall and the toilet and cussing a lot. I just sighed again.

In the meantime, I was just getting interested in one of the worst movies of all times "Urban Cowboy." It was the scene where Sissy insists on riding the mechanical bull and Bud is arguing with her. OMG, I had forgotten how bad the characters portrayed cowboy hats. Ugh.

From the bathroom, "Robin. Will you please come here and help me get this crap (kleenex box and a Lysol can and a few crossword books) off the top of the tank so I see what's going on in here?"

I sigh, again. I comment, "Sorry about all of this." Sam's reply, "You're not helping any. You're just pissing me off." I had to laugh to myself because this is just the first of many domestic ordeals to come our way. And we sometimes don't work real well together.

So by 9:30pm, I lost interest in the movie and shut off the tv. As most carpenters and plumbers do, Sam had made a helluva mess in the tub and on the floor but it appears that it was a good thing we tended to the water problem when we did. As he was picking up his tools of the trade, Sam gently says, "Welcome to living in the country."

Sigh.