Already, Mike and I are having the glorious blessings of home ownership rain down upon us.
The other day when I pulled in the garage, home from work, I noticed water pouring down out of the house, down the garage floor, and finally down our driveway. Turns out the washing machine was leaking Colorado River amounts of water. Luckily, nothing was damaged, and Mike fixed everything all up (the washer just hadn't been hooked up properly).
Then today, arriving home from our 5-day vacation, I noticed a stuffy, moldy wood smell as soon as we entered. I sniffed around at all the likely suspects, but couldn't find anything wrong. Then later as I went to get something in the kitchen I slipped in an inch deep pool of water. Turns out our fridge had a leak too. It leaked into the cabinets and into the baseboards, and into the basement ceiling, which now has a very large watermark. (This was the one room in the house that didn't need work.) Mike sopped it all up and turned off the water to the fridge (pesky, newfangled fridge water dispensers, hmmph).
Hopefully the home warranty we got with the home will cover the basement ceiling. Humph.