Luck be a lady tonight

The streak of bad luck continues.

After last week's car debacle, one might think things could only get better.

Not so much.

Sunday, we woke to frozen pipes in the kitchen. We had this problem last year, and smug homeowners that we are, we knew to leave the water dripping in the kitchen sink overnight when it's this cold. (How cold is it, you might ask? MOFO cold. Below-zero cold. Wear-your-fur-coat-over-sweatpants-to-the-grocery-store cold.)

Except Josh accidentally shut the drip off after getting a glass of water before bed.

So there was much running around and heating of the pipes with blow dryers. Which worked too well. As soon as the pipe un-froze, it started to hiss and leak. Josh shut the valve off and called his dad to come over and help fix it.

Six hours, one trip to Home Depot and two new flashlight batteries later, the leak was fixed. And just in time for the Super Bowl kickoff.

We all know how that ended.

Moving on.

After the game, Josh was going to head to Bloomington and I was going to bring Jack the next day. Since we had the two cars in Chicago, seemed like a great plan.

Except when he went outside to transfer the carseat to my car, he noticed the front tire was flat.

Seriously.

Of course, it's the coldest night of the last 10 years. We have AAA, but they were estimating the wait at 3-4 hours. Since it was already 10:30 p.m., we decided to head to Bloomington together in the morning and leave the car to deal with next weekend.

As we were about to head out, I went to run the dishwasher and found a puddle of water underneath the sink, AGAIN.

After banging my head against the wall, I alerted Josh. He shut the water off, blah blah blah and we figured out it was the disposal leaking. He turned the faucet to the other side of the sink, stuck bowls under both drainpipes and we left.

As we were leaving, a black cat jumped in front of the car and we ran over a mirror. I figured we might as well get it all out of the way now. There's no way things can get any worse.