Boy, do I feel stupid.

So last night (at my mom’s house), I decide to hand-wash an item of clothing. I put it in the laundry room sink, put some Woolite in, and turn on the water. The sink is pretty big and I’m impatient, so I left the laundry room. With the water running. You know where this is going.

Soooo, I go off, check my email, brush my teeth, pack up stuff to bring home, la dee daaah. Then I think, hmmm…the water…is running…yeeeahhh.

And so I run towards the laundry room and am met by an ever-increasing puddle heading my way. Ooops!

What makes it even funnier is that my mom was sitting in the study, not five feet from the laundry room sink the whole time, and she never noticed. In her defense, the washing machine was also running, so any water sounds were assumed to be coming from that.

Ah well, what fun to mop up water, and dry out cabinets at 11:00 at night! At least my mom thought it was funny. Apparently, I’m not the first to do it.

(And yes, I told George, and yes, he still wants to be married to this idiot!)