Things Fall Apart

They do, literally. Our house is cracking at the seams. We’ve gone through two remote controls this week. The electricity has gone out in half of the kitchen. Yesterday we had the high speed internet installed, and then the dishwasher stopped working. The toilet upstairs has been leaking on and off for a month. Sometimes, water rains from the dining room ceiling in the middle of breakfast, leaving us with soggy pancakes and diluted coffee.
The toilet, we’re hoping, will just magically dry up. Because, ugh, taking apart a toilet is not our idea of a fun Saturday. Being the miser I am, it would pain me too much to pay a repair man.
I’ve finally called an electrician, though, because the dishwasher was my breaking point. Plus, Cedric is tired of lugging the coffee machine into the living room for his morning fix (You wouldn’t know it, but he can be lazy).