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Yep, that's ice

And it's coming from inside. 'Cause when the water came on from the frozen lines, we didn't realize right away that the drain was also frozen. Until I heard a melody of rain on the tin roof. Only we don't have a tin roof and this was water pouring from the 3rd floor, through the ventilation system, into the storage area of the basement.

Ahhhhh January - frozen pipes, water damage, space heaters, plumbers & insurance claims.

We've been there before. This is actually mild compared to the water damage of January 1999. One little gem of advice - don't turn off the heat if you're selling a townhouse in January in PA and closing the deal that same week, unless you can handle your unit bursting at the seams and flooding 5 more units. While we slept soundly miles away at our new house.

This time, I stopped a catastrophic event by explaining to the DH that he was warming the gas line, not a water line, into the dryer with a portable space heater. And that is not a good thing.

So, I can't decide if I'm battling an ear infection, or Liv's Strep. And my kiddos' minds have been turned to Disney slush as I left them in charge of the remote on this school holiday.

Hope you'all are faring much better than we are here.

Healthy Warm & Toasts Wishes coming your way...


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