Man, all those times I used to make fun of the kids that wore pants that were too short for them. Serves me right, doesn't it? Eric left town for Vancouver this weekend, and I awoke early Friday morning to take my sister, Lisa, to the airport. I was starting to become coherent when my dear brother-in-law pounded on my bedroom door, almost throwing me into cardiac arrest. I opened the door already quite moody, and stepped into a river. Most of our apartment was sopping and the flow continued from the kitchen. Boo. It was the dishwasher. Yeah. Remember that one time we just got a new dishwasher installed?! Apparently some hose or other dishwasher rhetoric exposed our apartment to the harshness of a water world (and, no Coloradans, I'm not talking about the Water World where the Fun Shines). I had to take Lisa to the airport still, Jeff thankfully stopped the waterflow, and we have been living with 7 obnoxious fans in our apartment ever since. It also leaked into the two apartment...