As I sipped on my coffee this morning and perused over some blogs, I hear Steven shout out from the bedroom/bathroom area: “Hey, do we have a leak?”
Uh oh. “What?” I holler as I begin to head towards the bathroom. “Oh, my God — where?? I didn’t see any!” Visions of damp carpet, plumbing bills, and the disaster that was the hardwood floor in Auburn begin to shoot through my mind.
“No, no,” Steven shouts back. “Leeks! Do we have any leeks, you know, for the cranberry chicken tonight?”