Did you know we had an earthquake here yesterday? No? Me neither, until I heard about it on the radio.
So anyway, I woke up around three o'clock this morning to the sound of rain dripping out of my leaky gutters.
It was kind of peaceful, actually, until I realized that it didn't really sound like it was raining out.
It sounded like
It sounded like it was coming from inside the house!*&%!
It's never a good sign when you hear running water inside your house at three in the morning and you're the only one home and you've been fast asleep.
Wondering what fresh new level of homeowner hell I was about to experience, I reluctantly crawled out of bed and went to investigate, only to discover
The bathroom was flooded. Floooooooooooded.
The toilet tank had SOMEHOW managed to develop a top-to-bottom crack, straight through the goddam porcelain, that was merrily dispersing water all over my bathroom floor. And of course, the water level in the tank could only get so low before the float kicked in, sending fresh water into the tank which subsequently ALSO ended up all over the bathroom floor, etc., etc.
So, I turned off the water to the tank, and commenced mopping. And, this morning, made a call to the plumber, who will come out this afternoon and cheerily charge me an arm and a leg to replace the toilet.
And no, I'm not going to try to replace it myself. I don't want to deal with it. I will cheerily (okay, grudgingly) write a check to Mr. Plumber-Man to do it for me.
I blame it on the earthquake.
It's either that or the ghost.
And while it's possible that my homeowner's insurance covers earthquake-related toilet damage, I'm pretty sure it doesn't cover ghostly manifestations.
Earthquake it is.