This morning I was in the bathroom, I’d just disrobed and blew my nose and by second nature, I threw the tissue in the toilet and flushed.
I think you know where this is going, right?
Water rose to the top of the toilet and spilled over. Then and only then after standing there looking at it like I could somehow will the water to not overflow, did I grab the plunger and plunge frantically. I plunged, and plunged, and plunged.
And the fucking water just kept coming. Lord? Let me thank you now for not having anything else in that toilet. I screamed for Howard who jumped out of bed and stopped to look at me completely naked, plunging frantically. God knows, what that visual looked like.
He took over with the plunger and FINALLY got the water to stop flowing but it wouldn’t go down. THEN, he glanced over into the tub and saw that the reason the toilet water was no longer overflowing on to the floor is because it was now flowing into the tub. More than likely, we have ice in our pipes. Which means neither of us showered today.
You know. I know what it’s like to live without water. You all know that. I can do it. I can go days without a shower without whining too much.
But it doesn’t mean I like it or would go back to that lifestyle, given a choice.
The pipes still aren’t thawed yet. I guess I should just be happy the pipes aren’t broken.
On a totally unrelated note:
My good friend Heather found that email and sent it to me so I promise you that I’ll have it up in the next couple of days. Please send some good karma, rub your Buddhas, and pray to God that our water problem will be resolved very soon.