It's the plumber. I've come to fix the sink.

Or, in our case, the bathtub. The cartridge gave out on our faucet while Lani was taking a bath, which meant that the water never quite turned off. Gotta fix it, right? Right.

I'm in the wrong field. Clearly, the thing to do is to own a plumbing business. I'm not gonna say how much we spent to get a plumber out here at 8:30 at night, but he wasn't cheap. At least he was nice. I hope he got a decent chunk of that money.

There were two frustrating things about the whole experience. First, maybe I was searching for the wrong terms, but the Internet gave me NOTHING about fixing this faucet. It's the first time in a while that I got nothing at all that was useful. Second, when I saw how relatively simple it was to fix this thing...I coulda done it myself and saved most of that money IF I had been able to find the information on the Internet. Internet, Internet, why hast thou forsaken me?