Turns out when you live in a house that is 30+ years old, things are gonna break. And pipes are gonna leak. Kind of like us girls. But I'm pretty sure this leak wasn't caused by giving birth to two children, or sneezing, or running, or spontaneous jumping up and down while cheering at a sporting event. I digress. As my luck would have it, I discovered said leak AFTER the hubby had left for work. So I assessed the situation and did what any good blogger/crafter/repurposer would do.