I love your house bloggers.
I love your HGTV shows filmed in Toronto.
I love your Royal Canadian Mounted Police.
I love your bacon and your ginger ale.
I do not love your pedestal sinks.
Sink #1 was a wash but, hey, we all have our cases of doggone bad luck and surely Fed Ex, in their pre-Christmas rush, was extra careful with the box.
Sink #2 was a sight for sore eyes upon it's safe arrival four long weeks later.
I almost don't have the heart to tell you what happened next.
About how we found out that the center faucet hole spacing was not properly drilled and as a result our faucet could not be installed and I thought I might lose my mind because we've been brushing our teeth in the kitchen sink for more than 2 months now.
Sink #3 finally arrived today. In fact, you might have heard the tiny little pop that was my heart exploding as we tried to fit the faucet spout into that center hole.
I wasn't expecting much & I certainly wasn't disappointed. Bah.
Sink #3 (a.k.a. Replacement Sink #2) is now the newest replacement sink in my ever growing collection of crap-tacular Canadian sinks - ALL OF WHICH ARE CURRENTLY ON DISPLAY FOR YOUR VIEWING PLEASURE IN THEIR VARIOUS STAGES OF PACKAGING & UNPACKAGING STREWN ALL ABOUT THE HOUSE.
I can't wait for the phone call I get to make to customer service in the morning.