Don’t ask me how it happened, because i don’t know. One minute i was sorta leaning on my sink, and the next we were both in a heap on the floor. I managed to mount the sink on the wall again, but the pipe below it refuses to quite line up. And i forget which apartment the handi-man lives in. Crap. Well, i only need that sink for hand-washing and tooth-brushing, both of which could easily be moved to the kitchen. What a life…
by krisis
[…] from the coffee shop and started to wash my hands when the drippy pipe (yes, still from when the sink fell) finally just got too much on my nerves. I grabbed a tube of caulk (don’t ask where i found […]