Silly name really -- Out Kitchen.
It is out the door of the kitchen, so I guess it makes sense, but I doubt anyone else in the world calls it that,
except for my mother. I stole the name from her tiny vestibule.
Back to the pipes.
It was no little break. Pipe split in four places and in two elbows for a total of 6 breaks!
Might as well break spectacularly, right?!
But here's the best part:
We were sleeping soundly when all of a sudden at midnight, my husband bolts upright.
"Something is wrong! I hear something."
Sure enough, we could hear water running.
Hubby ran downstairs to find water-logged carpet.
So, who woke him? How did he know?
A book I just read says God has a hand in all things and there is no such thing as coincidences.
I think this is one of those examples.
If he hadn't found the pipes till 6am, the mess would have been horrific, not to mention dangerous (with the electric heater out there).
Thank you God -- however you had a hand in alerting him. Amen.
