And it was self serving.
I have issues with pipes outside my home at times. The exhaust one from the furnace, a white one for something else. A third one has to do with the hot water tank, the problematic one. The one, when it's colder than the Arctic outside, becomes blocked with ice crystals. Which, in turn, shuts down the hot water tank.
Let me tell you how miserable it is when you jump in the tub, toes ice cold,goosebumps chasing each other up and down your arms and there is no hot water. Whatsoever.
Yeah. . it just doesn't get more miserable than having to climb back out, much colder than a short minute ago.
Let me also tell you hell hath no fury like a woman's hot steaming bath taken away.
We've been in the deep freeze here for the last month. I'm talking minus 40 celsius with the windchill some mornings/evenings. The dogs won't even go out.
And,Baby,when it's that cold, I'm cold. There is no warming me up save for a hot hot bath. (except at 2 am when I'm having a hot flash and melting on the spot.)
Such was the reason for my lie. I called down to my daughter asking her to send my husband out to check the offending pipe. I was after having a hot bath and when the water cooled down, I was fixing to run the hot water tank dry, staying in that blissful tub of steamy hot water till I resembled a prune. Then I was going to jump in my most comfy flannels, crawl under the duvet cover and nap.
Yup. . I was that cold.
I told her there wasn't much hot water coming out and he needed to go clear the pipe. A lie, a big fat lie.
I heard the door shut solidly behind him and two minutes later he stomped back in grumbling there was nothing to clear.
And here was lil ol me up to my neck in hot water, grinning just a wee bit. Okay a lot.
Objective achieved.
But hey, a gal's gotta do what a gal's gotta do.
And yes. . I'll be doing it again.
