The rest of the story. 

I try to limit the number of showers I take while on vacation-you know, California and the drought and such. But one morning I decided that it was probably that time so I hastened to the bathroom and turned on the water…and waited and waited and waited. I finally decided to re-robe and went out to ask about the hot water situation.

It was decided that something was wrong with the hot water heater. I kinda really needed a shower and mom kindly invited me to use the shower in the man cave. I was pretty excited as I had just been admiring the shower the day before, wondering if I’d ever get a chance to try it out.

So out the door, through the hedge and into the shower.

It was a great experience.

But in my exuberance to save water and turn the spout off, I went flying past the ‘stop’ point and all the way around and pretty much turned the handle 360 degrees.

And the water didn’t turn off. And it was stuck on freezing cold.

And so I stood in the freezing cold shower turning the handle back and forth, back and forth, trying to find a magic spot with my hopes of leaving the shower cleaner that I had found it dashed.

Finally I got out, re-robed and spotted a phone, called dad and told him my troubles.

‘Kels just put it back where you found it. Put the handle back to 6:00.’

‘Dad. It won’t turn off.’

‘6:00. Put it back where you found it.’

‘Can I talk to Wes?’

‘Just go turn it off Kels.’

With an eye roll I went back into the freezing cold shower that was just pouring out gallons of water and thought at least it’d been a nice amount of time since my last shower and so I was therefore just using up my previous not taken showers.

Back and forth went the handle for another two minutes until I got back out of the shower, re-robed and this time, facetimed Wes.

‘Here. 6:00. Where I found it. Still on.’

‘Do you really need me to come out there?’

‘Wesley! The shower is pouring out gallons of freezing cold water and I CAN’T TURN IT OFF!’

Hello? Is ANYONE hearing me?

Dad eventually turned off the water supply. Then jury rigged the shower so that while it was still on, it wasn’t pouring out water. He did this while texting me questions like, ‘If you were to guess, approximately how many thousands of times did you turn the handle around?’.

Hello. I was TRYING to put it back where I found it.

Then he called the shower company only to find out that the part was over in Germany and hadn’t even been made yet or something and that it would take three weeks to arrive.

And I covered my eyes and said, ‘oh my gosh.’ (Have I mentioned my parents really like their shower?).

And then miraculously, the part was discovered in San Luis.

And I covered my eyes and thanked my lucky stars.

And now you know…another story.

Now on to pictures of unrelated events!

Let the record show, we did go on one lunch date by ourselves. We also went to the grocery store one time and picked up groceries and a coffee. woot woot.

And here’s a picture taken by father while we were flying together. Not pictured are all the texts I sent Dad reminding him not to feed Jack ice cream, but to remember to give him a drink of water, and have you checked on Jack and if you go somewhere don’t forget to take a diaper with you.

The purple tub is always a hit.

Jack, you have the best goober face.

And Ev, you have the best gait, ever.       
Ev checking on the dog next door.  Mom gets five stars for all the help with the kiddos. There was a couple days in there when he was teething and averaging a one hour nap a day and he just about did us in.img_7846 img_7847Happily, a hike at the end of the day always refreshes the spirits.
Our customary last day of trip picture on the couch. Jack gets a lot of flack for his use of Ev’s sparkly red pacifier but I think he pulls it off nicely. Ev was not interested in airport good bye photos. 

   Journeys End, you are the best.

About A Story of Us

My grandparents 57th wedding anniversary and my first wedding anniversary motivated to journal the adventures life brought our way . I hope to amuse the friends and family I have all over the country and, when I am my grandmothers age, look back at what I have written and chuckle. It's been four years since I began and the snickers I bring myself as I look back propel me to write on. Cheers to the future and happy memories of the past.
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