working and floods?

Last night there was a problem with blogspot, and what I wrote didn't post, so I copied/pasted and sent it to shilohmuse and must send it back here.

Bigger problem.
Last night I noticed that the kitchen table was wet, figured that my husband dripped water and didn't wipe. I didn't say anything, since he'd get angry that I was accusing him. Good thing. This morning I saw that it was still wet, should have dried by now.
Bad news. I looked up and saw that the ceiling was wet and dripping. Now I have to get a plumber.

This is not poetry! Not even for me.