"Honey, I have a serious problem!"

Those were the words that sent me running upstairs. But did I find my husband having heart issues like I had imagined? No. I found my bathroom flooded. Because apparently he had stopped up the sink and turned the water on so he could scrub his hands, then forgot about it and climbed in the shower. How one simply forgets they have the tiny sink bowl filling, I will never understand. But after I soaked that mess up with half a dozen towels I went downstairs and found this:


Nice!

On my mad dash to the laundry room for more towels I passed the Easter basket Dave had given me earlier that day. I dumped the candy & plastic grass out on the kitchen counter and used it to catch the living room waterfall.


So how was your Easter?