Squeaky Clean

NO running water in my neighborhood today ‘cuz of a broken water pipe or something. Not one trickle. All day. Found this out in the early a.m. when I awoke my teenager to take him to church. Had to drop him off early because he was going to be “interviewed” at two services, and could not imagine letting him do that without a shower. Oh, I know what you’re thinking. It’s not about image; it’s about serving God. Yeah, but have you ever taken a whiff of a teenage boy who hadn’t showered in 24 hours?

So while the rest of the fam slumbered, I paced and fretted—without the aid of coffee, mind you—until the heavens opened and down trickled the perfect plan: the spa.

So around 7 am., my teen took a dip in the spa—and did I mention it was raining?—and came out smelling like, um, chlorine. But hey, it was better than the alternative.

Update: As of 9 tonight, no water still. We could send a man to the moon, but...well. Maybe Monday. (Lots of chlorine going in that spa tonight, let me tell you.)