Did you ever spend, oh five hours one night laying out your finances for the year (yeah, yeah I’m anal). You are so thrilled because you have some money put in the “Take the Squish to Disney Fund” and by the end of the year you should have more put in it and that going in 2009 when your five siblings are going with their familes is doable. That would be a pretty happy moment right?
But then, as you are walking down the hall to put small child to bed you realize your socks are wet? Your first thought is, “If this kid peed on the floor I am going to freak the hell out!” Put kid in bed, go back down hall, get on hands & knees and want to cry. Why, you ask would I want to cry? I’ll tell you why- the %^*@# hot water heater has leaked all over the damn place! The new carpet (ok so the carpet is 3 years old, but dammit that’s still new to me) is soaked and it smells. I can’t even describe the nasty ass smell coming off this thing. Isn’t water heater water clean? I mean I shower with this stuff. Why does it reek? The other thing- Big Guy is a manly man- a handy, manly man. Meaning he wants to install the new one himself. No problem, he can do it (he really is handy). Problem is he can do it Saturday (he works- alot).
So, can my two kids & I shower at your house?