Shoulda been a plumber

If ever I took the wrong path in life it was that I should have been a plumber. In this house we've had more water related issues than any other kinds of issues, and I think way more than our fair share of them too. The refridgerator leaking...twice, maybe three times? The washing machine, the pipe int he upstairs bathroom busting because of frozen pipes which then led to the ceiling falling in on the downstairs bathroom, the toilets both clogging and overflowing more times than I care to count and the outside faucet leaking into the basement last summer. Oh, and I forgot the kitchen sink clogging which resulted in having to have a huge peice of pipe replaced through the ceiling of the basement. I can't even tell you how greatful I am for my husband, who is NOT a plubmer, but has played the part (plumber butt and all) for most of these issues. I was wondering today what I'd do without him while we were taking apart the upstairs toilet for the second time in the past year to de-clog (is that even a word?) it. I'd be SO broke, I'd have to create a special fund called "Feed the Plumber Fund" if I was single. So, thank you to my husband, thank you to whoever taught him to do anything he's done, and thank god I don't have to come downstairs to use the bathroom tonight in the middle of the night.
If one more thing water related goes wrong in this house, I'm putting it up for sale, as is, and I'm moving. I am not joking.