Bone-Chilling Sound of Doom

I had been more than happy to believe that the $4,000 the dog is going to cost me this year would count as the “one major thing that will make you vomit it will cost so much” that would go wrong with the house in the first year that everyone warned me about.  I had to believe that because to spend what will end up being about $4,000 on the dog while knowing that there’s something else looming would have made me stay up all night staring at the ceiling.

As I did last night.

Why, you might ask, did you think that Fate would somehow conflate dog and house?  I don’t know.  The rumor going around town is that I’m a moron.

Oh, wait, no what actually you might ask is why I fretted all night long.

I will tell you.  Because when I went to go to the bathroom before going to bed last night, I could hear the sound of water running, like the hose was on.  I went outside.  The hose was off.   I came back inside.  I turned all the water on and it all seemed to work.  I looked in the garage and there was no water on the garage floor so it doesn’t seem that the washer or water heater has sprung a leak.  And, of course, no one was going under the house at 10:30 at night.

So, I laid awake imagining the possibilities.

And just this morning, when I went to get the cereal out of the pantry, I noticed that the sound of running water is loudest in the pantry.  I might add that our pantry does not have a wet bar.  Still, I don’t see any water.  I can hear it, but I don’t see it.

Here’s my hope, America, and please, please keep your fingers crossed for me.  My hope is that when the Butcher goes down into the crawlspace this morning, he sees that the way our other brother tapped the line to run the water for the fridge has come loose or something, that it is a soggy gross thing to fix, but something he can fix himself.  Because we have water, so I don’t think it can be a huge leak.  And yet I can hear running water, so clearly water is running.

The only drawback to this theory is that you can still get water out of the fridge.

So, yes, this is worrisome.

Update: So, I was right.  It is the line to the fridge!  And “Arthur the Plumber” thinks it’ll run me about $150 to fix, if that.  I told him what the plumbing brother told me–that he’d put in a self-tapping line, but that it really needed a half-t and a regular cut off–and he said that sounded about right.  And then he said, and I quote, that “the self-tapping lines suck.”

If I can’t get Grant, the ghost hunting plumber, who is always “what the frick?” I will indeed go for the plumber who will flat out tell you when thinks suck.