But I just knew something was up.
On Tuesday I came through the garage to take the groceries into the kitchen (I usually just go through the front door). And there it was on the garage floor...water. A long puddle of water. Under the washing machine and the hot water heater. Up the walls. Out the garage door.
And on the baseboards, M.O.L.D. Scary stuff, ugly, yucky. Stopped me in my tracks.
I had no choice but to call in the big guys...
Lots of big guys.
Finding the leak took 8 hours, two men, and a jackhammer.
As of today, the mold has been 'remediated', the turbo fans and dehumidifier are gone, all the walls and floors are dry. Of course I have lots of missing and damaged wallboard in the garage, as well as a 2' x 5' hole on the outside of the house (jackhammer...). Reconstruction begins next week. Washer and dryer are disconnected, but (here comes the bright side )...
As my Mom pointed out, I have lots of clothes!