Good God! I spent Friday morning before work trying to stop and then clean up after a flood. Joy. The stupid hose that runs from the wall to the toilet broke. Water everywhere. And what is it about teenaged-soon-to-be high school boys? Is it the “cool” factor? Do their brains just turn off? I was screaming (literally) for help. I can only do so much at once, after all. The shut off valve wouldn’t turn, so I was left holding the broken hose and aiming it toward the shower. He stood there, not having a clue. The younger son had the presence of mind to turn off the alarm, go out to the laundry room, get an adjustable wrench for me (actually, he brought me two) so that I could turn off the water. Then he started to get some towels to aid in the clean-up effort. Whereas, Mr. Teenaged-I’m-So-Cool stands at the end of the hall drying his feet. I swear, teenagers! Oh well. The problem is fixed, and the plumber even asked me out. I said no.

