Ain't That a Kick in the Head!

No, really, it was!

I've had a plumbing problem the last couple days. Actually, I think it's been there for a while I just didn't know it. I was headed out to my part-time job yesterday morning and I see a drip under the east end of my house.

Ok, it's not a real house, but a trailer house. I guess technically it'd be a mobile home. But it's mine and I'm gonna call it a house. Now, some of you might wonder how I could see the drip behind the skirting. Guess what, no skirting! I'm a redneck girl. What can I say???

Back to the leak. I didn't go to work. I had a small panic attack and headed straight up to my folks to discuss the issue with my dad. We went down there on the way to the barn and took a look. There wasn't much drip by then. That was slightly encouraging. Dad said he'd thing about the best way to approach it. I said ok in my calmest voice. He's be sickly and I know he didn't feel like crawling under the silly "house." Really, instead of "ok", I was thinking very quietly, "ARE YOU KIDDING ME!"

So......at about 3:30 I crawled under there just to make myself feel better. I don't know what y'all know about the underneath of a trailer house, but it's basically just black plastic stuff over insulation. I found though a board that was under the tub drain. I went to get the screwdriver so I could check it out. I was feeling better already. I pulled the board down, found a load of lady bugs, and pulled out a little wet insulation to find some water around the bottom of the drain. I crawled back out and headed back up to talk to dad.

Dad found the nut at the bottom of the drain was loose and the putty junk under the drain in the tub was cracked. Not a good product. By the time we got it all out it was nearly dark and time to feed again. Way better diagnosis than I was expecting.

Today we went to town and got new parts. In about an hour we were back in business and without leaks! We put it all back together. We noticed there were a few slits in the plastic lining. Apparantly, the dudes who took out the tongue upon delivery ripped it. We got out the trusty duct tape and took care of the slits! Remember, REDNECK!!!

Here's where things got painful. We were nearly done. We found another spot out by the back porch that needed some taping. I was sitting on the ground when all of a sudden I feel a big ol whack to the right side of my head! I guess dad was rolling under there and I was a little too close. I was fine, mostly, but I couldn't stop laughing. I think I might have a mild whiplash, but at least I'm not hurt. HAHA.

I told dad that the "Ain't that a kick in the head" saying never felt so real!!!

Wasn't that a Frank Sinatra song????