So even though we have power back and everything’s been pretty hunky dory, we’re having some water issues (we have a well because we live in the sticks). Apparently abruptly turning off your water well for nearly two weeks will screw it up. Dig, if you will, the picture: I am happily showering this morning, with my collection of assorted hair product and girly foofoo stuff to keep me company, and all of a sudden the water just….sort of…..stops… I turn the faucet off and on a few times, and no dice. So I do what anyone left half-showered at 6 in the morning would do; I stand there helplessly, dripping water, unrinsed conditioner, face covered in goo, and start screaming for help. J finally stumbles into the bathroom and seems sort of mad and yet amused to see me standing there shivering and naked as the day I was born (though more heavily tattooed). Turns out that there was sediment or something clogging the water line, and it finally worked its way out, but not before I completed a hasty 30-second-waning-water-pressure-lukewarm-at-best rinse in the other shower. Suck. Not the way one would like to start off what is already turning into a hell of a week.

So I’m off to make cookies to bring for my coworkers tomorrow in an effort to put some good energy out there. I hope a story featuring my bare ass has brought you some amusement, or at the very least some reassurance that between the two of us, I am the one that has looked like more of an idiot today. Congratulations, you win!