Rick's Personal Blog
2002-03-02 - 5:39 p.m.
Friday night was rather uneventful, or at least so it seemed. I rented the remake of the movie Dune, mostly because I wanted to understand the storyline better. The first one was rather ambiguous at best, and left me with a lot of questions. The problem was that it was four hours long.
At 1:00am No. 3 walks up to me and says, “Dad, uh… the toilet plugged up, and uh…I flushed it about four times, and uh… every time I plunge it, the bathtub fills with blue water.”
The last time that happened, I had a river of turds flowing through my bedroom. Quickly, I ran to the other bathroom, and checked it out. There was a little water coming out from the bottom, so I grabbed a towel, and placed it there to get it mopped up. I was glad because I knew we had caught it, and narrowly averted disaster.
I went back and finished my movie, and went to bed. No.2 and No.3 were both fast asleep next to Cheryl, and since there was no room for me… I kicked them out. It’s my bed dad-gummit. No.3 was coherent, and left quickly with a smile on her face. No.2 was totally out of it. I told him to go to bed, and not to flush the toilet if he had to go. He disappeared into his room, and I thought that was that.
Not more than a minute later, I hear a sound… the shower was running, No.2 for some reason decided to take one at 2:00am in the morning. My reaction was as follows:
NOOOOOOOO!!
I ran like a bat out of hell into the bathroom and shut the water of and explained to him what was going on.
When I talked to him this morning, he had no recollection of what had happened.
Kids,
Later,
Rick
My Reads: