Brrrrrrr!

This is actually an excerpt from an email I wrote this morning...but I liked it...
fyi my laundry room was an addition. You have to go outside via the kitchen door to get to it. Oh, and everything is all better now. No worries.

It's 2 degrees here currently. Hi today is supposed to be 18. I awoke to The Girl's call about 7:30am and stumbled and mumbled my way into her room and then into the bathroom...where I discovered I had no water. What? I'm so careful! I leave the light on (per landlady's instructions) in the laundry room 24 hrs a day and I even added a space heater (since said landlady refuses to fix the actual base heater in the room). And I know I had water just last night because I did laundry...uh...wait
The Boy...
did...
the...

I ran outside to the laundry room and sure enough, he hadn't shut the door completely and it was now standing wide open in the beautiful 2 degree morning.

I cranked up the space heater, even started the dryer, pushed the door shut tight and prayed. I opened the taps a little in the kitchen hoping perhaps that if they hadn't been frozen completely or long enough to burst the pipes, I could thaw them out and get the water going again. About an hour later, I started getting water gurgling noices from the taps - this was starting to look promising. A half hour after that, I heard the glorious sound of rushing water coming from my kitchen sink. Eureka!

I went to the kitchen, shut off the faucet and started to pour myself a fresh cup of coffee (thank god i always fill up the pot the night before, eh?) when I realized I could still hear the sound of rushing water...
Thoughts of The Boy's impending death filled my head as I rushed once again outside to the laundry room. Sure enough, at least one of the pipes had burst and I was face to face with a cascading water fall inside my laundry room flowing over the top of my washing machine and out in to the bright morning sunlight...

Most unfortunetly, this comes exactly two days after we got a notice on our door from our landlady asking, in light of the ongoing single digit temperatures, for us to be most diligint about the heat in our laundry rooms so our pipes wouldn't freeze. So, of course, when I called, she yelled at me. She actually yelled at me. And informed me that she was on the way out the door so she would call the guy to come fix it - when she got back this afternoon...sigh...

So as I write this little tale, I'm sipping the coffee for which I am most grateful while The Girl plays unawares and The Boy is out in that beautiful 2 degree morning, cleaning up the water soaked mess in the laundry room.