I will never be a plumber. Our kitchen faucet bit the dust last week and the new one came today. In my excitement (the new one is lovely) I decided to at least get the old, broken faucet out of the house. Well.
I have spent the last hour wedged under my kitchen sink wrestling with a nut. Or a bolt. Whatever. I've tried three different tools, been to my neighbor's house, my parents' house, and the hardware store. My son and I succeeded in removing the soap dispenser...victory!! (but just a lower-case victory)
On the up side, I am appreciating the value of a good plumber. Oh, and I didn't find any dead bugs under the sink! And yes, that is my flip-flopped foot in the picture.
I have spent the last hour wedged under my kitchen sink wrestling with a nut. Or a bolt. Whatever. I've tried three different tools, been to my neighbor's house, my parents' house, and the hardware store. My son and I succeeded in removing the soap dispenser...victory!! (but just a lower-case victory)
On the up side, I am appreciating the value of a good plumber. Oh, and I didn't find any dead bugs under the sink! And yes, that is my flip-flopped foot in the picture.
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