Today was a banner day in the Starr household.
To preface my first anecdote, I need to say that I *love* leisurely showers. Steaming hot, full-pressure, the whole works. Now, before you think me a true sloth, I’m talking only about 15 minutes on average — but I enjoy those 15 minutes.
So. I’m in the shower this morning, all is well, I just finish massaging conditioner into my hair when the water pressure drops.
Hm, I think. Funny.
I turn to look at the shower head, and instead of spraying out, the water is now streaming out.
As I watch, the water slows from a stream to a pee to a trickle to… nothing.
I’m starting to shiver in the tub, trying to wrap my brain around the fact that my water just…went away. And I’ve still got conditioner in my hair.
So I holler for some help, and the Mater appears at the door.
“There’s no water. A water main burst in town. They’re saying it’ll be an hour.”
I beg her to get some filtered water from the fridge and nuke it so I can at least rinse the conditioner out of my hair. Which she did, but she didn’t stir the contents of the jug. The top third was warm, but the bottom two-thirds was still icy cold.
I was not amused.
In other news, I also dropped $240+ at the local college for an evening course this fall on learning to design Web pages. Look out, cyberspace…I’m gonna put the Mistress back in Webmistress… Heh.