Drip. Drip.

We have a leaky faucet in the kitchen. And it’s annoying as hell. It has been dripping for at least a year, and there has been an ongoing fight discussion on whether we need a new one. I think we do. Eric - who is the only person able to turn the faucet the one exact millimeter to the right to manage to turn it off - doesn’t.

Today, I finally laid it down. If we didn’t buy a new damn faucet, I was moving out. A little extreme, I know, but a woman’s gotta do what she’s gotta do. So we went to Home Depot, and stood in front of the large triple wall of faucets. I had no idea there were so many. I just wanted something simple, and not horribly expensive since I know I will have to pay for a plumber to come out and install the damn thing.

Well, Eric and Eli had other ideas. Between the two of them, they chose this large, curvy, ornate brushed nickel faucet that was ungodly expensive. Eric decided we could spend the extra money and he would figure out how to install it himself. Uh-huh.

Now, we have this large, ornamental faucet sitting in our kitchen. After one look underneath the sink, Eric quickly decided he was mistaken, and there was no way in hell he could install the faucet. “But that’s okay,” he said. Our next door neighbor used to be a plumber, so he can install it for free.

Uh-huh. And just how do you go about asking your neighbor, whom you don’t know that well, to install your new kitchen faucet?

So, my question to you is this. How long do you think the new faucet will be sitting on the kitchen counter before it is installed?

I will tell you. One week. Because that’s how long I give it before I call a plumber.