WANTED: DESPERATELY SEEKING A ‘DO-OVER’ !!! Not to be confused with a Make-over! Looking for a remote control thingy that can rewind small increments in time. Will pay big money. Call 1-800-HELP.
I think it’s perfect to put in the Want Ads in my local newspaper at the moment. What do you guys think? 🤓
Can you tell it’s been ‘a morning’ here and all happening before noon?! 🤦♀️😩🤯 If I could just hit that rewind button!!! Simple as that.
Seriously….Does any of you out there actually happen to own one of those remote control thingys?😳….I think I could muster up a first born child or an arm and a leg or something or other to pay for it at this point!
No takers yet?…..Oh well, 💁🏼♀️ I just had to ask….It was worth a shot, right? I’m just now calmed down long enough to take a coffee break with a warmed up cup of coffee poured hours ago. I haven’t eaten or even taken my meds yet. 😂
I’m sure I’ve gotten your curiosity up by now, so I might as well spill it.
Picture if you will, me stumbling into the kitchen fresh out of bed, (terrible picture I know!😂) pouring a cup of coffee and setting it down. Getting the food out to feed my fur babies on the back porch. I take it out and pour some in 3 different bowls…Yes it seems I have a new addition to the family apparently, a big brother for Chester and Grace….details later on that one.
Anyways, I proceed back into the kitchen to pour water for their bowl. This is where someone should have yelled out a warning at this point, while violently shaking head “NO!!! DON’T DO IT!!! 😱😱😱 Like someone watching a horror movie, trying to warn the actor/actress they’re about to walk straight right into the killer’s lair.
I reach for the faucet handle, the hot side, to rinse the bowl.
All of a sudden, all hades breaks loose!!! 😳😱🤪 I admit, I wasn’t fully awake before this point. I felt a mist of water 💦 spray my face, and then the handle flies straight up into the air!
What erupted from this little fiasco can only be compared to “Old Faithful.” A giant sized geyser shot up to the ceiling all while soaking my face, hair, pjs, counter, floor, cabinets and ceiling above the sink.
Now when I tell you that I am definitely not a plumber, please believe me….. I’m being pelted with water in the face and eyes, spitting water out of mouth, all while trying to put the handle back on…Why I didn’t think to put a water pitcher over this gusher I will never know. Duh 🙄 👱♀️ Blonde moment I guess. Hey, it was my first experience in this sort of thing! Give me a little leeway! 😂🤣
I’m groping the cabinet doors under the kitchen sink trying to find a cut-off valve, feeling a little like Helen Keller’s twin or a nut with a bucket full of holes trying to bail water out of a rowboat full of holes!
Sure….laugh at my expense if you will, if you haven’t already!!….I’m giving you permission though. 😂 🤣😂🙊 WHY NOT?!!!!….🤣 I’m laughing at myself, too, at the moment, after it’s all over with! I’m happy to be able to supply the Comedy Act for the Hour.🙄🤡🤣 Renee takes a bow. 🙇♀️ Curtain closes on scene of life… 😂
Well anyways, curtain reopens to the “Double Double, Toil and Trouble” moment….I could not find a valve underneath the various and vast amount of cleaning supplies. I looked, I groped, wiped eyes the best I could, groped some more.
I grab my phone and send out an SOS 🆘, dialing my oldest brother for help. Thank the good Lord above he’s retired and living down the road from me! My phone is trying to get a little wet, so I have to move into the living room to make the call. Steam has settled all over the kitchen and living room ceilings at this point!
He tells me to find the cut-off valve, and then gives that up when I tell him I can’t find it and tells me to go turn the water off at the meter outside. I start balling at this point. And my brother says, “I’ll be right there” and hangs the phone up.
I’m all Helter Skelter, Nilly Willy, squalling, running everywhere like a chicken with its head cut off.
I run to the shed, get a wrench, run over to the meter. Realize that I can’t do that. So, I run back to the house. 🏃♀️ 🐔 🐓
Somewhere between kicking out of panic mode and going into a half intercession, half pity-party, telling the Lord I wish He would just swoop down and get me out of this ole world, I run back into the house. The kitchen sink is filling with water, the geyser is still washing the ceiling sparkly clean, I might add! And I realize. Renee, you HAVE GOT to find that cut-off valve!!! Get it together girl!
So, I sling the cabinet door open underneath the sink once again with the newfound bravery of a swash buckler defeating a foe! With cleaning supplies slinging left and right, I manage to clear out a few in order to see the valve. There were 3 different ones. I try the one in the middle and it works! The water turns off. I get up and run to call my brother and tell him I finally got the water off. He tells me he’s on the way.
I will spare you the rest of the details. Let’s just say it involves two brothers, a sister, a wet/dry vac, a lot of towels, wiping, mopping and a kitchen chaos scene beyond your wildest imagination or nightmare ….sighs…..
Hey, I think I could host the House of Horrors for your Fall/Halloween party this year. You wouldn’t even have to decorate!!!! Takers anyone?…….ANYONE???….No???…..😂🤣😂🤣😂🤣