At least I don't own it

A couple of months ago, Mrs. Ref got up to get ready for work and discovered the mat in front of the shower completely soaked with water. There was no water anywhere on the floor and no signs of leakage from the ceiling. So I cleaned up and wondered where all that water came from.

The next day, it happened again.

And then it didn't happen for a few months, when it happened yesterday. This time, though, we actually saw where the water was coming from. It was seeping out from under the wall next to the shower, and it was happening while The Kid was taking a shower upstairs. Now we know.

But wait . . . there's more.

Instead of just leaking out from under the wall, it also backed up into the shower stall itself, filling it with water. It also affected the toilet; not overflowing, but sucking and blurbing the water down.

Okay . . . no more showers upstairs until we get it fixed.

But wait, there's more!

Because of the water on the floor, we needed to clean it up, which meant lots of towels. The towels went from the bathroom floor into the wash. When the washing machine drained, it drained into the downstairs bathroom and shower stall. I stopped the washing machine.

So now I have an incomplete load of towels sitting in the washing machine, several other loads scattered around the downstairs waiting to be washed, a house fix-it guy working with a plumber guy trying to figure out what's going on, and the inability to shower.

Luckily we have a membership at the local health club. We took our exchange daughter there this morning for her shower (since I won't let anyone use our facilities), and I may have to go there later today as well. The good news is that I don't own this house and I have a very good landlord.