"Kasha, Call a Plumber!" That's what Bill was yelling late one night last week, he added some curse words too, but I'm not typing that out, you can imagine what he said. So, here I am minding my own business working on mailers in the kitchen. Bill was busy screwing larger screws in the wall fixture that we hung up to secure it. Then, I hear this weird motor-like sound, Bill starts running into the garage and is yelling for me to call a plumber. But wait, who is Kasha? I thought I was Kate! Kasha is Polish for Katherine, and Kate is short for Katherine. I go by Kate for work simply because it's easier and it rhymes with real estate.

Anyway, Bill located the water shut off valve and turned off the water to the house. It was shooting out in buckets, the craziest thing to see at 11:30pm, but thankfully only for about 30 seconds. It indeed was a mess to clean up, but could have been so much worse. And this got me thinking, what if we didn't know where that was located? That would be a huge mess, I don't even want to think about it. Do you know where your main water shut off valve is?