The Husband has been working in the Child’s bathroom this past week to replace the faucets. When he pulled out the faucet on the southern sink, he noticed there was rust on the basin, so decided to replace the sink, too.
Last night, after getting home from my Little Red Car debacle (tow truck, driving it around with Husband trying to troubleshoot it, etc.), the Husband went in and pulled the old sink out, then carried it around the house offering it to everyone. While he was doing that, I went in the bathroom and took a picture of the giant hole.
The Husband comes in and says, “Why’d you take a picture of the hole in the counter?”
I retorted, “Doesn’t everyone want to remember their holy encounter?”