(This picture isn't the greatest, but it's the best I could do from behind a big bush. From past experience I know that workmen aren't super wild about people taking pictures of them. Especially when they aren't working).At 6:30am on Tuesday morning, a monster truck rally convened in my cul-de-sac. Upon looking out my window, I saw two very large and very loud trucks blocking my neighbors' driveways. Grateful that they weren't blocking mine, I shrugged my shoulders and went about my business, which included taking a shower.
While I was not the least bit curious as to why one of the trucks unloaded a gigantic backhoe and why that backhoe was digging up the asphalt in front of my house at the crack of dawn, my husband was. While I washed my hair, he went outside to talk with the group of men who were standing on my neighbor's front lawn.
The foreman informed my husband that a water main had burst and that one of the men in attendance was there to fix it. The other 9 were there to supervise.
"Is our water o.k. to use?" asked my husband.
The foreman quickly assured him that it was. After thinking about it for a few minutes, however, the foreman changed his mind.
"Well, I wouldn't shower in it or anything," he told my husband.
My husband broke the bad news as I was rinsing out the shampoo. After I was dressed, he congratulated me for not freaking out that I took a shower in dirty water. I didn't tell my husband this, but frankly, I was saddened by the news, as it offered a reasonable, logical, and totally sane explanation for the brackish film that coated my skin. I was left in ignorance just long enough to convince myself that my shower head was rewarding me for good behavior and was dispensing a spray-on tan.
While I was not the least bit curious as to why one of the trucks unloaded a gigantic backhoe and why that backhoe was digging up the asphalt in front of my house at the crack of dawn, my husband was. While I washed my hair, he went outside to talk with the group of men who were standing on my neighbor's front lawn.
The foreman informed my husband that a water main had burst and that one of the men in attendance was there to fix it. The other 9 were there to supervise.
"Is our water o.k. to use?" asked my husband.
The foreman quickly assured him that it was. After thinking about it for a few minutes, however, the foreman changed his mind.
"Well, I wouldn't shower in it or anything," he told my husband.
My husband broke the bad news as I was rinsing out the shampoo. After I was dressed, he congratulated me for not freaking out that I took a shower in dirty water. I didn't tell my husband this, but frankly, I was saddened by the news, as it offered a reasonable, logical, and totally sane explanation for the brackish film that coated my skin. I was left in ignorance just long enough to convince myself that my shower head was rewarding me for good behavior and was dispensing a spray-on tan.
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Yikes what a disaster! I would not have care about the shower. I am lucly to get a shower a few times a week. So sad! Was your lawn torn up. My DH would have FAREEEKED.
Oh wow. I think I would have found the nearest shower without funk water and scrubbed myself off as though I was involved in some sort of nuclear fallout. You sound much more levelheaded than I am though. ;)
EEEWWWWWW.....
You know, that's really kind of nasty. Yucko!
Oh Yummy... just in time for Halloween too! Sounds a bit like my morning, our skylight in the bathroom has recently decided to collect moisture..and the condensation sitting throughout the day has caused mold to quickly appear. Well, luck would have it that MY sink is directly underneath the skylight, and just as I finished blow drying my hair, a giant wave sized pellet of water fell from the molding skylight and landed right on my shoulder splashing all over my face! I felt so refeshed!
what a great way to start the day! But at least you didn' have to apply exfoliant for a while...I am sure the grit took care of that!
I loved your blog about your new "profession". I started to cry at the mom who didn't have a camera to even take pictures of her baby. My heart broke. Thanks for being so sweet Jana.
Congrats to your family and prayers for Cameron are being sent from Wisconsin
That's funny! Sorry you had a film of something on you all day but that is a funny story. About the 9 supervisiors...that is nuts!
Ohhhh I think you nailed the next newest invention on the head...An at home spray on tanner that hooks up to your shower!
Sorry 'bout the grits. The same thing happened to me several times. Crappy rental. I was pregnant too. Nothing like a good hot black shower!
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