The shower head
Some say that when you own a home, “There’s always something.”
I have found this to be entirely true.
I manhandled the shower head and snapped it cleanly from its mount the first week we moved into this house. The resulting canon of water that hit me in the chest was comedic, in hindsight.
Shopping for replacements at local big box retailers was trying. Selection was abysmal. Most everything was plastic coated with fake silver. There were lots of knobs for massage settings and whatnot. But then there was this institutional looking model pictured above. A metal casing and solid heft, it doesn’t do much, but it works.
In other news: We can’t let water or anything else go down the side of the sink that has the garbage disposal, because it is now an upside-down fountain under there.