Last night, after running my errands, I mustered up enough courage to go down to our dark, creepy basement to check on the laundry. When I came back up to load up a basket with more clothes, I heard a what I would soon call ominous sound - a quiet rushing of water coming from our kitchen. It sounded like the sink was running, which immediately triggered fear to climb into my tiny heart before curling up into a knot in my throat at the thought of an intruder being in my home.
I gulped down my fear and peaked my head slowly around the doorway to find, not an intruder of the human species but an unwanted visitor all the same. Water of a murky yellow tint was steadily streaming from our brass-like vent hood into our stove top and onto the floor. The wall was streaked in it and a massive rubber wood bowl full of fresh vegetables was quickly filling up with that yellow substance.
In a panic, I called my husband who called the neighbor who came downstairs with a report that their dishwasher had backed up into their sink, flooded their kitchen and had been the source of the dirty water now covering our kitchen stove and walls and floor. We scrubbed everything with Lysol about five zillion times before I deemed our kitchen sanitary enough to pass inspection. By this time, we were covered in grease, brown water and Lysol - ugh! Two showers and one Wii game later, we went to bed late with our heads reeling already with the thought of an early morning wake up call that was headed our way.
And here I am, clean, tired, and ready for the weekend to arrive and find me asleep in my cozy blankets and fluffy pillows. Until then, may your kitchen be dry and your heart be merry.
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