Last night I started a wash while watching some old episodes of Lost. The water sounded louder than normal, figuring I left the doors open on the closet I went to investigate. What did I find? A lake of water pouring down my tile hallway into the carpet in my bedroom. I said many choice words as I went running for towels to throw in front of my bedroom to stop the flow of water. I shut off the washer and called my dad to come fix it. I love my daddy! I spent the next few hours soaking up the water of my bedroom carpet and walk-in closet, and mopping up the water in the wash room closet and hall.
My dad was able to fix my washer for me. Apparently when the people had installed it they had not properly attached the hose with the drain and it had come completely out, pouring the water onto my floor. Lucky for me I was home and was able to catch it in time so it didn't cause any major damage. I'm still soaking up water today from underneath the water pan, and hoping that my carpet will continue to dry. What a pain!!
Friday, May 2, 2008
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5 comments:
Oh man that sucks. I hate when that stuff happens. Yay for helpful daddies!
Oh No! I am sorry to hear that. That stinks. I am glad your dad was able to come out and help you. Thank goodness for parents.
Thank goodness you were home -- and yay for your dad! Glad it was no worse than that. (bad enough, right?)
that is seriously so annoying! I hate when things like that happen
:( Hope it all works out!
That sucks, it is nice to have Dads around to help out. I hope everything works out for you.
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