And when I say riveting, this description very likely applies solely to me and to me alone, but this is a matter of such circumstance (to me) that I can’t not share it.
New. Faucet.
heaven is an arced faucet
I am flustered by the fact that I cannot help you, dear reader, to better appreciate this new striking improvement, as it appears I don’t have an image of the previous faucet, which can be likened only to a leaky nub of a rotting sheath of metal with two settings: off and haywire sprinkler system.
My deepest gratitude to B’s dad, whose deft plumbing skills made this beautiful thing happen. Never will I enjoy washing dishes more than in the coming days until the novelty wears off.
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