The Joys of HomeOH!ning Volume 1: You're on your own.

Owning your own home can be the greatest thing in the world: you're establishing equity, people can't throw 3 a.m dance parties above you or cook 6 a.m. curry dishes below you, and you don't have to horde quarters for laundry. But for every pro or two, there's a con.

3 years ago, we bought our first house—a cute little brick cape that belonged to my grandparents. After renting apartments for 10 years in New York City and Westchester County, we realized we weren't getting any younger... and we weren't moving forward. Sure we finally got married—after 5 YEARS OF ENGAGEMENT—but what had we done since then?

We assessed our situation and decided it was time. Time to grow up. Time to forge ahead. And time ... to be miserable.

[Cue flashback music and wavy screen] We were in the house not even a month... .

I was down in the basement doing a bit of laundry when I happened to spot a small puddle on the cement floor. After checking to make sure I hadn't lost control of my bladder, I looked up to see a few small drips coming from the ruddy, cast-iron pipe above my head and hollered up to Lyn....

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After calling FOUR 24-hour EMERGENCY plumbers at 9:30 p.m. only ONE got back to me ... at 8:30 the NEXT morning.

Anyone have a home horror story they'd like to share? Misery loves company so jot down a quick anecdote in the comments section.