Wednesday, July 25, 2007

Apres Moi Le Deluge

I've discovered a new Really Not Good Way to Wake Up: being jolted into consciousness by a sudden, continuous, loud whooshing roaring sound coming from your bathroom. Or, more specifically, from a hose in your bathroom that used to be attached to your toilet.

I have no idea how this happened. My first inclination to blame the cats, but as far as I can tell, none of them are particularly wet.

Fortunately, no great damage was done, other than to my sleep, as I was able to get the water shut off before the flooding grew too dire. I've been debating whether to take the toilet apart and try to fix whatever-went-wrong myself, but upon reflection, it's entirely possible that whatever the hell happened, it is at least partially traceable to something I did the last time I tried to fix the toilet. So I'm thinking I'm gonna call a plumber.


  1. If it's the hose you can replace it. I did at our place and we haven't drowned yet...

  2. I probably could, but I'm gonna have 'em look at it anyway. I really want some reassurance that it's not gonna do that again. :)