No one ever told me she'd laugh like this. That dripping sound you hear? It's my heart melting. That and the leaky kitchen sink neither Jimmy nor I have the brain/will power to repair. Is it ridiculous to call a plumber about a leaky sink? I feel like they'll laugh at us for being too incompetent to repair it ourselves, then charge us a trillion dollars while they laugh some more. I think I'll just stick another cereal bowl under the drippity-drip and go eat up my daughter instead.