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It’s bad enough I caught Covid.

And my husband caught Covid.

And it ruined my birthday.

And we had to cancel a trip.

And we were too sick to celebrate Christmas.

But now…

On New Years Eve?

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Yup.

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Our wicked expensive, wish we’d never bought it, heat pump equipped, fancy schmantsy water heater decided to die and we’ve been taking cold showers. This year is going out with a bang.

Literally… because I heard one.

Thank God for our always friendly, consistently reliable, there when you need them plumbers. They showed up 5 hours after I called and went right to work.

With no visible ass cracks. You have to love that.

Unfortunately the problem couldn’t be solved without talking to the water heater mothership and of course the manufacturer is closed for the holiday. But our guys gave us a temporary fix, and though we may have to go downstairs and flick the circuit back on ( it trips after running for a while ) … it’s better than cold showering.

They’ll be back at the end of the week.

And I’ll be ready for a cocktail.

Or two.

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