Old houses. . . gotta love 'em. I was up at 5am because I couldn't sleep. I was thinking about the pipe in the basement that was flooding everytime we used the bathroom upstairs. Now technically this house has 2 1/2 bathrooms, but that's kind of a joke. It has one bathroom and a closet that was converted to a powder room as some point. Then there's this scary "bathroom" in the basement (which is tied in to the same pipe and thus rendered useless, anyway.)
So, last night after Maddie had her bath, Pete went down to the basement to clean the litter boxes and found a flood of bubbly water (hmmm. . . Maddie just had a bubble bath). It was almost 11pm by then -- too late to do anything but get a bad night's sleep :)
So I woke up bright and early (although it isn't very bright here -- it's quite rainy) and put in a call to my Mom's cousins who run the plumbing business that my grandfather used to run. Now I wait. I hope they check their answering machine soon. . .