Hit me baby one more time.

Guess I tempted fate yesterday by posting that our pipes were thawed.  Yeah, we missed one.  Mr Dog woke up this morning to the sound of rain.  "Wow," he thought, "it's really pouring."  Then when he got out of bed and looked out the window, no rain.  The sound was actually water spraying from a busted pipe.  How's that for a double helping of awesome?

He shut off the water to the house and started to search.  Turns out it was pretty minor as far as busted pipes go since it was just the little copper coil that takes water to the refrigerator ice maker.  A lot of water, but not much of an area of damage and very small to fix, according to Mr. Dog at least.  We've shut the water off downstairs, and he'll work on it tonight.  Lucky devil, hanging out under the house in freakin' freezing weather.  

So, I'm not going to say we're done with the miserable cold, I'm not going to say we've fixed the pipes and I am absolutely not going to say I'm loving Seattle at this very moment.  No way, no how.