Saturday was 70 degrees. We were going to wash the van and the little blue car. Danny got all the kids outside and Gabbers was getting ready to ride her bike. Danny hooked up the hose and sprayer nozzle-thingy and turned it on. He came inside for something and said to me, "That doesn't sound good," referring to a water hissing sound. I figured it was just the sound of the water from right outside. The kitchen was flooded. The pipe had burst and the water was spraying into the cabinet under the sink and leaking out all over the floor. So we called housing maintenance-- which I am so VERY thankful we have here on base-- and they came right away and replaced the pipe. After all the excitement we realized it was nearly 8 p.m. So we gave the kids a snack and put them to bed with promises of washing the van and car on Monday.
Now it's Monday. And it's 14 degrees and everything is covered in ice.