.... My kitchen sink is spitting at me.

Because sure, I needed something else that could go Interestingly this week.

I don't even know how my sink is spitting at me--I turned off its supply of water when it decided it didn't want to turn completely off anymore!

Usual culprit is a worn or misplaced washer, which is lovely to know, but seeing as how I can't take the faucet apart (plastic facing, no obvious screws, etc), and there's drips down into the sink cabinet so something is obviously whacky somewhere, knowing this does me no good.

I have called and left a message for my landlord to the effect that the kitchen sink won't turn completely off and since I can't work out how to take it apart, can he recommend a plumber.

This on top of earlier this week's Uninvited Visitor (email me for details if you don't know already and really want to, but suffice to say I am Not Okay with the fact that it got into the house) is making me think about moving.

We just signed our second lease renewal, backdated to September 1st, a couple of weeks ago.

House, you couldn't have made noises about us going away before I renewed a lease on you?