Well ... I'm gonna have that second glass of wine after all.
Our water heater gave up in dramatic fashion. Like ... bottom failed, and water gushed out. And it was behind a screwed in panel. So there's me ... desperately trying to unscrew this thing while the sound of water running out of a metal cylinder is hidden where I can't see it behind a freaking piece of plywood. Then there's Kevin. Standing nearby, looking vaguely concerned.
Kevin: That doesn't sound good.
Wayne: No! No it doesn't! *finally gets last screw undone and pulls off the panel, immediately turns off the water line and the gas*
*I squat down to look at the bottom of the leaking heater*
Kevin: Do you know what you're doing?
Wayne: I know we shouldn't let the house flood! *perhaps just a bit more bite in my tone than I intended*
Kevin: *taps foot. Then walks to the kitchen. I hear the wine bottle as he pours another glass*
Wayne: *grumbling* Oh, thank god. They might have screwed the heater away where we couldn't reach it, but at least they put in a drain. The water went under the house, not on the floor."
*Crisis sorta handled, I walked into the kitchen. Kevin eyes me, and hands over the glass of wine*
So ... yeah. I'm gonna drink my wine. And maybe eat that ice-cream too.