I am not, will never be, nor do I want to be a plumber.  Our outdoor spigot decided to bust despite the fact that I left a steady stream going last night in preparation for the hard freeze that was coming.  My husband noticed it when he was leaving for work this morning.  He called me to let me know that it had in fact frozen and the pipe was broken.  He thought about calling in either today or tomorrow but i told him I would try to fix it.  I don’t like feeling like a helpless damsel in distress who has to depend on someone else to fix things like that.  My issue, no disrespect whatsoever intended. 

   It thawed, luckily it only broke above the cutoff valve so I turned it off and got what I needed to fix it.  I discovered that I in fact do not like replacing broken pipes.  I’m waiting a little bit longer before I turn it back on.  I hope I fixed it right.  I bought a Freeze Miser so if I fixed it correctly then we shouldn’t have to worry about it for a long time. Plumbers tape is the bane of my existence. It is an evil pain in my behind and I despise it with the fury of a thousand suns.  And if the water people don’t stop leaving my water meter open, allowing dirt, water and debris in so I can’t see the cut off valve to it, I’m going to scream. 

Seriously, why couldn’t this have happened this weekend when my husband was home so I wouldn’t have to even try?  I know I said I wanted to know that I could do it but I certainly did NOT want a crash course in it!   And the primer and cement smells AWFUL! 

I’ve had a rough day.