Voting
“Mom. You HAVE to call a plumber!!”
“WHAT!? Why do I need to call a plumber? WHAT HAPPENED?”
“Mom. You HAVE to call a plumber!!”
“TELL ME WHAT HAPPENED!”
“Well the hot water heater is leaking water EVERYWHERE! I put duct tape on it but it didn’t stop it very….”
“SHUT THE WATER OFF TO THE HOUSE!”
“I don’t know how to do that. You need to call a plumber.”
“You have to shut the water off to the house. Go into our bathroom right NOW and look under dad’s sink….” at this point I look up to see if I am about to get thrown out of the polling place for electioneering or something like that and I look up at the election judges who are ROLLING on the floor (I am SO not amused.) and I have this very apologetic look on my face (as I continue to walk my son through the water shutting off procedure) and I mouth the words to them “I’m SO SORRY!!” And they, not missing a moment’s amusement assure me that they understand that I need to be on the phone and it’s all right…I continue walking my son through the process as I hear him send my middle son for a wrench and overhear remarks coming suspiciously from those election judges about “desperate housewives” as I instruct my son to turn the water on in the bathtub to drain the lines to the house….
SO….what happened when YOU voted?
Not a blessed thing. Sometimes I wonder if I’m really livin’.
(THAT is hilarious.)
oooh. I bet that was QUITE a day!! lol
~Josiah
Dear Josiah, I think one of the top ten definitions of “quite a day” is an emergency call to the plumber. [grin] Yesterday, I had to put in an emergency call to the garage door repairman in order to get the car out of the garage. My life is too exciting for words….thanks for stopping by!