Oh, wait -- it gets better...

Sherri took pity on me after reading my tale of plumbing woe yesterday, and sent Chris over to see what he could do. Which turned out to be not much. We need a new faucet.

As an afterthought, I had him listen to the wall next to the bathtub faucet to see if it sounded like there was a leak in there. There was. We called a plumber.

The plumber and his helper came and looked and said they'll have to jackhammer the concrete slab so they can reach the leak. They'll be back tomorrow.

So now we have a shiny new faucet ready to be installed, a coat closet floor that's about to be jackhammered up, and two strangers who will be in my house most of the day tomorrow. Woo-hoo!