The Final Plumbing Frontier

The plumber is coming again today to put our shower faucet out of its misery. It's an old-school faucet, with "hot,"  "cold" and "change function" knobs.  The change function knob doesn't work - if the water is on, it's always coming out of both the tub faucet and the shower head; it just favors one over the other, depending on how you twist it. About every two months, the whole thing breaks and we have to cut off the water to the entire house and beg the plumber to come.

I've described our plumbing adventures before. You can read about them here and here.  I believe at one point I told the story of how we had to call the firemen when I was seven months pregnant with the little angel and Sybil the cat somehow got into the crawl space below the tub, but boy, that was a long story and the post must have gone into Typepad Archive Heaven, because I sure as hell can't find it.

Anyway, he should be here in about fifteen minutes.  I'm a wee bit nervous.