While I was tinkering under the hood of the blog working on the new plugin, David was tinkering under the hall bathroom sink working on the faucet. A crash, some swear words, and an ominous splattering sound foretells a trip to the hardware store in our future. But first, Chipotle for lunch, because we’ve learned that tinkering on an empty stomach foretells disaster.
The plumbing problems happen unexpectedly so you have to have sense of practical intelligence.
We seemed to have solved the problem practically and with some intelligence, but not without mistaking centimeters for inches when measuring the span between the hot and cold water tubes on the old faucet. Figured it out eventually.