Or can we just pretend it never happened?
I'm sure TubaDad would like to forget all about it.
Ok, ok, here’s the brief and somewhat-painful explanation: TubaDad was bolting the office shelves to the wall (California earthquakes, ya know?) and accidentally drilled dead in the center of a hot water pipe. I cannot even describe what it looked like to run into that office and see hot water shooting all over the entire room.
Yada yada yada, the water was eventually turned off, an emergency after-hours-on-the-weekend plumber was called, and we are now the proud owners of a $503 dollar new pipe piece and a charming hole in our wall. The wall will have to be fixed and repainted (I guess paint isn’t designed to stand up to torrents of boiling hot water, go figure), we think the hardwood floors are going to be ok after frantic mopping, and we didn’t have any phone or internet over the weekend since apparently that little techno box wasn’t designed to be submerged either.
But Elfala and the girls sure got a kick out of it.