Wednesday, August 5, 2009

Chicken Little Doesn't Live Here

While walking through the kitchen, Phillip felt a drip on his head. Looking up this is what he saw. Oh no! Not a good sign. Since we are clueless over here, Phillip called our handy next door neighbor who knows tons. Bill was able to pin point the problem immediately. A leak in one of our AC lines. The liquid, from somewhere in the system, had pooled on the attic floor and finally made its way down through the ceiling. Great. Guess who is calling the AC guys in the morning?