I wonder if he spent this much time, you know, picking out my engagement ring?
After spending Labor Day weeding the garden, along with property the size of a football field, then just hoping for a quiet moment, or two, before the work week started (did I mention, we got kids?) this wasn’t quite what we had in mind.
“Do you hear water running?”
My poor husband, Garth [not his real name] is too busy switching off lights, or turning down the temperature, to worry about a mid-life crises.
In fact, he’s turned into quite the eco-nazi!
“Relax, I’m washing clothes.”
Later.
“Oh SH*T!”
Well, to make a rather long story short (you’re welcome) this is what happens, when you give a busted water heater, to a couple, married for 19 years, on Twitter:
Damned, if his holding out for that tax credit doesn’t cost us in the end…literally!!!
Moral of the Story: The next time someone asks you if you hear water running, you say YES!!!
Or, risk a couple of sleepless nights, lying awake, stinky, watching your husband put a few extra holes in the wall!
Or, not and spend the rest of your life, posting stupid stuff on Twitter, like me.
[Edited to Add: We did NOT go with a tankless water heater, after all. It would have been placed as a special order, which would have meant a few more days, without hot water. Oh, and we decided to install it ourselves. Because, we just LOVE a challenge. Besides, it called for another date night. This time, in the laundry/play room, where we spent a whole 7 hours, last night, alone, together, you know, making it fit. Aaaand, that’s what she said last night. Buh-duh-bum. I’m here all week, folks. Try the veal!]
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