Long forgotten, well for a moment anyway

My blog was forgotten for quite a while, not because of just utter neglect, but because we were away on “holiday”.  Yes, technically it was a holiday but not really, know what I mean?

The holiday was just as I thought it may be – fun times littered with tense moments and frustration as the event was shared with my ils.  Again, let me just say that my ils by-and-by are normal, nice people and are not even close to the stereo-typed meddling mil, but they get on my nerves pretty quick.  There’s just some lines that should not be crossed, but are often completely stomped all over in the presence of my ils.  Thankfully my sil and bil were there too, not as a filter as they are often bombarded by the same bossy bullsh!t, hinting behaviour, but as a tag team kind of experience.  I made it clear to dh and to sil that if the offending party crashes my holidays again next year, I won’t be going.

My water heater is toast.  No, don’t bother to spam me with your water heater suggestions, I won’t take them unless I know you.  We’re lucky it didn’t absolutely burst and ruin anything in the basement.  It is parked two feet from the good floor drain and was just pouring water into it.  It was leaking from somewhere in the top becoming a waterfall as it reached the rim and cascaded to the bottom where it pooled around the drain.  Nice site, and truly was a great thing I decided on a crappy supper of onion rings with dh’s ribs or we wouldn’t have found the mess for a while.  I didn’t want to go to the store, so we chose onion rings, my guts are icky right now, but we have no spewing water tank for a trade off.  I’ll take it.

So I get the chore of phoning around tomorrow to find a guy to install a tankless one within the next few days.  I can only heat water in the microwave for dishes for so long.  Luckily my new washer has its own heater and will heat the water for its cycle so I’m not screwed on that front.  Can you imagine coming back from a long camping holiday with the behemoth pile of laundry and not being able to touch more than three loads (we have at least four more to do yet).  The thought of laundry piling up is not appealing really, not much at all in fact.

A water heater hunting I go, a water heater hunting I go, hi-ho the merry-o a water heater hunting I go.  Pathetic? Yup, I’m ok with that.