Monday, August 15, 2011

The dadblasted drip

I stopped by to visit my blog friend, Val at Unbagging the Cats (not about cats). If you've ever had to deal with a drip or a trickle, you'll understand. Visit her and tell her Linda sent you. Maybe you'll have a "solution" for her.

Her dilemma reminded me of one that I had a couple years ago. Hubby was regrouting the bathroom tile, and redoing the floor, so he rigged up a temporary shower in the basement. He's a real Tim the Tool Man, no really, he is innovative. I am more like Lucy. He hooked a short piece of garden hose and a hand-held shower head to the sink near the washing machine. Then he bought a flimsy, DOLLAR STORE, clear plastic drop cloth and made a circular frame to suspend it from and mounted the showerhead on the frame. We were both proud of his ingenuity.

I went downstairs with my body wash, forgot the scrubby, ran back upstairs. Clomped back downstairs, stripped, and THEN I remembered that I forgot my razor, so I wrapped (most of) myself in a towel and trudged back upstairs. Stomped back to the basement, hung up my towel and kicked off my shoes. Then, I decided I would rather wear shower shoes than stand on the slick, painted, cement floor. Up I hobbled one more time, slipped into my thongs and flip-flopped back down those stairs. I hung up my towel, loaded my scrubby, turned on the faucet ... a trickle of overhead water was just enough to wet that wad of pink netting. I lathered my face and body with so many soap bubbles you couldn't see an embarrassing part of me. Eyes squinched closed, I reached out, but I couldn't find the razor on top of the washing machine. So, I turned that sink faucet on full blast to rinse my face, and the overhead shower head went dry. At that instant, my mind told me something dreadful was wrong. The hose blew and shot a stream of blinding water at my eyes. I screamed, backed up into the cheap plastic drop cloth and it wrapped around me like shrink wrap on a plucked, plump chicken. I twisted and turned and was stuck.I could hear my husband at the top of the stairs shouting, "Don't turn the faucet on full blast."

He ran downstairs when I screamed, "Help!" But he couldn't help me or himself, because he was laughing so hard.

I blasted him for days.

18 comments:

Karen Lange said...

Oh my, would have been nice to get the memo on that one a little sooner! :) Oh well, it makes a funny story.
Have a wonderful week,
Karen

June Freaking Cleaver said...

I hope only your pride was wounded. I really hate to laugh at someone who gets hurt.

This was hilarious!

Back in the day, we had a shower stall in a basement, but we never had the hijinx you now have firmly planted in my brain!

Well done!

jabblog said...

This is so funny - I'm sure it wasn't at the time, though. Thank you for the laugh:-)

Bouncin' Barb said...

OMG,this should be on video. I can just imagine this happening. How funny. At least it gave you something to blog about!!!

Pearl said...

Oh, my!

The first house I ever lived in had a shower in the center of the cement-floored basement, nothing but a plastic curtain between me and the rest of that open, spider-y basement.



Funny post!

Pearl

Saimi said...

Moments like that are the best...maybe not at the time but they make great stories and memories!!

Loved every word of it!

Claudia Moser said...

Oh my :) funny Monday evening for me after this read!

Chatty Crone said...

I thought only my husband did things like that!

Tammy said...

I'm still laughing. This could definitely be a Lucy episode!

Lisa Ricard Claro said...

LOL That really does sound like a sitcom scene, Linda. Funnier in retrospect I bet...haha.

riva'i said...

interesting blog ..
thank you mama,

Sioux said...

I was on a first visit with a half-sister about 10 years ago. I was showering in her bathroom, and somehow fell, but in going down, I took the shower curtain and rod with me. I was worried I had made such ruckus, someone would come running in and see me stark naked.

Thankfully (for their sake) no one came barging in to check on me.

Remind Bill that revenge is best served cold...

Val Thevictorian said...

Thanks for the shout-out! That shower tale is as good as the time you ran inside the Bookmobile for a mammogram. Next thing we know, you'll be hawking Vitameatavegamin, or boxing chocolates at the candy factory.

lyndylou said...

This made me howl with laughter! Poor you but I am afraid I would have been helpless with laughter alongside your husband!

Terri Tiffany said...

LOL I love your stories! I was thinking as I read it that this is why you are published do often!

Carol said...

Linda,
I am Laughing! Out Loud! Too funny. I can see myself doing the exact same thing. And my hubby responding as yours did.

Reflections said...

LOL... one of those priceless irreplacable home improvement moments. Have to love it!

Allison Schreiber Lee said...

Thank you for making me laugh and smile today!