On President's Day, we returned from the movie theatre to discover that our water heater died. It burst it's seems and leaked hot water all over the floor of our garage. I'm disgusted at myself for allowing our garage to maintain it's clutter -- including boxes, papers and books on the floor, that are now ruined. Most of the containers holding precious photos, Halloween costumes and holiday decor are plastic, so they remain safe. And most of our food storage is on shelves that are off the floor.
I do feel blessed, however, that our water heater is in our garage, instead of in our house. I can't imagine the damage that would have been done to our flooring/carpet, furniture and walls! I also am very thankful to our contractor friend, Ray Hemming, who dropped everything and met us at Home Depot to buy a new water heater and helped up replace our old one.
These are the woes of home ownership... dealing with repairs. Ugh.
