I have strange luck--not bad, just strange. I am a bath taking, soak-in-hot-water-up-to-my-neck kind of girl. My bones require it. Without hot water up to my neck, I'll be reduced to a pile of calcified YaYa toothpicks. The universe knows this. So it declared war on my bathtub faucet. How does this even happen?
See my note "My Fixer Upper" for further exploration of the ways the universe can muck up a tub.
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