Stone Cold

What does stone cold really mean anyway? I'm going to define it for our purposes as the cold that has most recently frozen our kitchen pipes yet again. Yes, you would think we would have learned after the three frozen pipe experiences we had last year when we bought the house but it seems like I'm learning all over again. The temperature was supposed to get down to something like 9 degrees last night. 9. One lonely digit. I, being supremely pleased with my brilliance and forethought (and warned by my mother), left the kitchen sink dripping. Well I left the hot water dripping. I mean hot is the very opposite of ice. Well as I have learned of late pride goeth.... Aniyhoo, I awake bright and early this morning and jump right into my to do list for the day. While I'm making Bryan's breakfast I happen to turn the cold water on and imagine my surprise when it dribbles, clunk clunk clunks, and stops.
Being an intellectual (Derek is still young enough to make this possible) I furrowed my brow, pursed my lips, and thought "Gee that wasn't supposed to happen."
Well I want everyone to take out a pen and paper at this point because this is important stuff.
Apparently the water that is carried into your kitchen sink comes from TWO yes, I'll say again, TWO different pipes. This would have been nice to know last night. I officially apologize to all those people I scoffed out for not knowing their own anatomy (but really) especially those who know about houses. Yes, if I had taken the time to really think about it it makes perfect sense that there would be a pipe for hot and a pipe for cold. If I reach back in my memory to that distant time before the coming of Derek I do recall that I might once have known that. Come on. It seems like forever ago. I'm supposed to remember that too?
*Sigh*
My dear husband was so chivalrous that he took the blame for the mistake. What a trooper. Yeah,  and get this, he thinks my crazy is cute. You gotta love a guy like that. I digress. 
So commenced the great thaw of 2010 (pronounced twenty-ten because it sounds cooler) Oven blasting, space heater blowing, cabinets open, faucet open full and thrumming of fingers as we waited to see where the water would manifest.
I had no hope to get the verdict until next week when the temperature outside is expected to get above freezing but then an hour ago, wonder of wonders, the water came. Into the faucet, where it belonged. Thank goodness! I don't doubt prayer played the monster share of that.
I hope you've all learned your lesson. We'll have to wait until next year or next freeze at least to see if I've learned mine.