My Cubican and Me

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Thursday, July 14, 2011

The Water Problem

The problem with water is that once you have it, in a running/ indoor plumbing type situation, you get kind of used to it. Shocking, I know… You fall in love with the idea of being able to turn a little knob and the instant gratification that comes in the form a lovely liquid rope pouring from the facet. You get wooed by its consistency. You feel safe in the waterfall of its warm showering rain. You become captured by the delicious taste and the way it can bring your cooking, cleaning, and bathing dreams to life. It truly is a love affair to rock the ages.

So you can imagine my dismay when my liquid lover was torn from me.

Yesterday I discovered a puddle in our bedroom closet. Bad news. As it turns out, the plumbing for the bathroom runs right down the left side of our closet. Literally. There is not even a wall covering that junk. Indecent! Not sure whose bright idea that was. Probably the same genius that decided it was not necessary to cover the section exposed to the outside. Pure brilliance right there. But the real kicker, is the leak. See all the rest of it is really neither here, nor there. I mean, ok, fine. We have some plumbing going commando in our closet. And I can see daylight through my closet floor. Whatever. It’s when you add the steady leak through said plumbing that I become less than pleased.

I love water. I love to drink it, bath in it, cook with it, swim in it, float on it…. Need I go on? I feel that my devotion to water has been more than established. Wet, that is supposed to be wet I like. Love, even. Wet, that is not supposed to be wet… I hate. Loathe, even. My closet floor? NOT supposed to be wet.

The leak is a good one. If that leak were a money, I would have no problem with it! It’s a steady and stubborn little guy. I wouldn’t mind my floor being drenched with money… Unfortunately the stubborn leak is not money. Nor is it going anywhere. At least for the time being. So after filling up some containers, my relationship with water came to an abrupt and painful end.


  1. This is a sad situation. One that I couldn't help but laugh at because you are soo darn funny.

  2. Thank you for joining the blogging ranks Kellie, I LOVE your posts. I'm sorry your love has been torn from you, but thanks for entertaining me!