To Begin, Begin

About a month ago, we could no longer ignore the occasional drip, drip, drip that sounded like it was coming from beyond the bathroom wall. Up until then, we “fixed” the problem with the occasional shrug. At one point I almost made the logical connection between flushing the toilet and hearing it more often or less often, but then the shrug came and I moved on. I hate doing these stupid DIY tasks so of course, this was put on the back burner. The drip, drip, drip back burner that drip, drip, drip made drip, drip things drip, drip, drip a lot worse. Hey, what’s causing those drops of water on the ceiling in the kitchen? Wait, isn’t this exactly above the toilet in the bathroom? Uh oh. Hey, what’s that pool below the toilet doing there, that wasn’t there two days ago? Uh oh. The best part of this worst part is that we weren’t the ones to discover it: we were on a short vacation and my mother in law came to check up on the dog and cats. I yet again failed to make the connection of not…