Well, Ma'am, it must have been the crack pipe.

So up pulls the nice little van and the plumber comes in with all sorts of neat tools and a lovely light to shine on the dust under the sinks.

Until the second the doorbell rang, I had been madly flinging everything from under the sink into the tub. Good thing we got that super-sized soaker tub. Nail-polish remover, shampoo I don't even remember buying, pretty bottles of smelly things. Why is TP so expensive, anyway?

The poor plumber.

He tried everything, and could not get the water to drip the way I had promised it would. I SWEAR it did- if you cupped your hands under the faucet to fill them, the water would spill out from somewhere under the sink. He gave a valiant effort.

As he packed up and left, he said without cracking a smile, "Well, keep an eye on that." Bless his heart.