All good stories start off with the classic line, “It was a dark and stormy night.” Our story is no different.
It was a dark and stormy night and I needed more chest congestion medicine. On my way back downstairs, I noticed a wet spot on the carpet. First thought was Walter needs a bit more training. Then I looked up and saw the water dripping from the ceiling.
Not good. At all.
Bellowing for Greg as much as I could with a lost voice, he came barreling up the stairs in a panic thinking something was wrong with his love (that’s me).
“What’s wrong? Are you ok?” he uttered.
I pointed up to the ceiling.
“This is not good. Let me go get the bucket.”
We went our separate ways– me to ready the attic and Greg to go find a bucket. Along the way we realized our spare bucket had gone missing and we had to use our bucket for the dripping hot water heater.
Up the murky stairway he went, into the dark and dismal attic.
Noises filtered down to me as he placed the bucket until I heard, “There’s a whole box of records up here!”
Down he came with a box full of 45s.
“This makes the leak so worth it. Look there is a He-Man record. Oh and Van Halen.”
Now we just need to eBay a record player or host a party to give them away as door prizes. Looks like our dark and stormy night turned sunny after all.