Second, I would like to tell you a little story about my day. I've been thinking all day of a pretty awesome blog to post, and I've had my fair share of potential stories to share. I mean, I started the day by literally jumping in bed with Ace and singing to her to wake up so that she could drive me to work in the scary snow. Then, I had multiple people either text me to be careful or check on my drive after I arrived to work (because they're just as terrified to have me on the roads as I am to be there)...in fact, half of Beri even commented on how he was glad I had Sarah to drive me! After this, Ace tells me, "you know for as independent, bossy, and controlling as you are, you still need me," which clearly is a blog post in itself!
But, the story below takes the cake (I wonder where that saying came from...seriously, take the cake?! [pause *Jams googles "take the cake saying"...for more information on this saying (which is from the south!!) see this link])...
So, after picking up my car, mailing a package, vacuuming, loading the dishwasher, and washing the floor, I decide to take a shower (harmless enough, right?)... After completing my shower, I reached down to turn off the water (also a completely normal, harmless activity)...and that's when it happened...I BROKE the cold water. How does this happen one asks? I have no idea! Maybe I turned it a little too hard, or maybe the faucet just ran it's last race. Whatever the case be, after 10 minutes of sitting on the edge of the shower and texting people for sympathy, I realized that I am, in fact, not a plumber. I had just about reserved myself to showering in the sink in the morning when I realized that I may be able to turn the hot water heater down to a tolerable temperature (as it's currently near the temperature of what I think hell might feel like...seriously...). I'll let you know how this works out in the morning...
So, the question is....do I tell Ace, or do I let her figure out for herself?
And, yes, THIS is why we can't have nice things...
