So I slept really late …11am…I came down stairs…Mr.Wrekker with his head and torso under the sink…no water = no coffee…He was replacing the kitchen faucet,mind you it had been leaking since oh,I don"t know, Since CHRISTMAS…Why oh why does he have to do this on Sunday morning…
I am beginning to think it is religious fervor or something. …aarrrgggghhhh
This looks like a job for…
CRACKER BARREL!
Well…maybe…the nearest restaurant to me is 37mi away…The deer-camp is close…there is water there…Really though he is done now…water is back on…hmmm…think I’ll go back to bed…that’s the ticket!!
For future reference, the water in your hot water heater is potable. There’s a valve on the tank.
May I suggest storing potable water to have on hand? I keep refilled 2 liter and vinegar bottles just in case; we’re in earthquake country, I’m told.
Oh yeah…I have emergency water…plus we are on a well…that if I was industrious enough I could pull water from…if I had to…But the point is this was unnecessary…He could have made me coffee and served it to me in bed …not-likely…So it is over now…I think I am asleep…zzzzz
The kitchen sink is the only source of water in your house? You can fill a coffee cup, pot, whater in the bathtub pretty easily.
As for doing it Sunday, mightn’t you have been just as upset on Saturday to find this? Or Friday? Or … would he have been at work then?
Is there only one faucet in your entire house? Even my mom’s century-old one-bathroom house still has sinks in the bathroom and the kitchen, plus the laundry sink in the basement.
Y’all ain’t getting it…It was all about the timing…there was any number of things I could have…I couldn’t set the pot the night before…He could’ve not drank all the coffee already…I could be a bazillionaire and had servants…I could’ve stayed in bed…in other words life is just a series of daily, mundane bitches…I just prefer them to not exist on Sunday morning…please! An aside: he had the water turned off from the well pump…no water…nada…zilch…zero
*In a Sunday morning kitchen
I’m wishin’ Lord that I was stoned,
'cause without my morning coffee,
I am well and truly boned.
Hubby’s down there fixin’ faucets,
So I’m hangin’ up my cup,
‘cause without my morning coffee,
Sundays ain’t worth gettin’ up…*
That’s it exactly…Who knew My life was a song lyric…Cool!!!
I don’t see you selling much Folgers Crystals with that, catchy as it may be.
Burpo…you’re so funny!
I just deleted the single-most inappropriate post I think I’ve ever made on this wwebsite.
Thank God for trhe “edit” feature!
Oh go on tell us…we need to know…