When it rains it pours..Literally.

Well I don't know if I am cursed or what, but I think that I am destined to live in a house that leaks. Growing up I remember frequently cleaning up water that had some how found its way into our home. I thought that once I grew up and bought my own house I would escape this misery, but I was wrong. The first couple years that T and I have lived in our little house the pipes in the basement froze and flooded the basement carpet. We finally found the problem (there was no insulation in the add on causing the cold air to seep in thus freezing the pipes) and quickly insulated the add on. The next year for some reason the pipes in the basement started to leak again flooding the carpet. We then had to rip out the ceiling so that the pipes could be fixed. By this time I felt like I had received my fair share of water problems. But on Sunday I walked into the kitchen and heard the dreaded sound of water running. Looking around I found the culprit it was the ceiling in the corner of the kitchen and water was pouring down. I yelled at T to come and see what was going on, and of course being a man he decided that in order to determine the problem he needed to put a hole in the ceiling. Well that actually did help the problem because now the water was coming out in a stream instead of gushing everywhere. So here is what I have decided, I am going to rip out all of the ceilings in my house and claim that it is the new style. (I am sure that the water would still find me!!)