It used to be my favorite season, this winter fucking sucks. Work has been hell. Super busy and working 14 hour days, except on Wednesday.
Tuesday was pretty cold, and for some reason, our hot water pipe to the upstairs bathroom froze. Whenever it got very cold and windy, it would freeze. I couldn't figure out why, until Wednesday.
I get a call from my frantic wife, saying that there is water pouring in the kitchen, out of the light fixtures and smoke detector. I explain to her how to turn the water off in the basement and she gets it. I come right home, and I thought I always knew right where it was freezing, because when we moved in to the house, I had to fix a pipe in the kitchen ceiling that was broken. So I got the step ladder, climbed up and punched a hole in the ceiling right there. Fuck.
Everything is nice and dry here.
So then she tells me that the water was really pouring out of another light fixture, not the same one I just put a fresh hole next to.
So I head over there, and punched another hole. Bingo! There it is.
Then it all came together for me. These water pipes ran right along with the bathroom vent for the down stairs bathroom. Over the spring, or last winter the flapper for the vent outlet on the side of the house disappeared, but I didn't notice it until there were baby birds in there, pretty far back. I didn't want to put one on and smell rotten baby birds for a few weeks, so I said Ill wait until they fly the coup, and put a new vent cover on. Well, I procrastinated, then I forgot, until Wednesday night.
The birds had one hell of a nest at the hole I made. They punched through the vent, and made a mansion between those floor joists. Unfortunatly for me, the whole in the vent pipe was right along side of my hot water pipe, leading upstairs.
So after my TL;DR story, fuck you winter. Fuck you birds. Fuck you procrastination. And fuck water too.
Fuck.