Pooping is a luxury

Rather, pooping in a toilet and being able to flush it is a luxury. Or, more directly, running water is a luxury. But talking about running water is boring! Poop is much more hilarious. That’s like rule number one of comedy, right? Poop = funny? Yes. Yes it is.

Moving on. Saturday night, I discovered that the water in my house had stopped running. At first it was like, Oh, this is inconvenient. Now I can’t make tea. Then it was like OH, this is inconvenient, now I can’t take a shower. Then it was like OH, I JUST REALIZED I CAN’T USE THE BATHROOM AND FLUSH.

You really never think about how important running water is until, ya know, it’s gone. It particularly sucks when it decides to be gone JUST when you were about to take a shower. A shower that was put off for a day, putting you at two days without showering. My count is now FOUR days without showering, going on FIVE. You don’t need to inform me how unshowered I currently am. I assure you that I am well aware, and am making plans to shower elsewhere if ours doesn’t become available soon.

This is the crappy side of having well water. Your water supply is not run by the city/town/whateves. It’s in your yard. It is in your yard, underground, and you need some guy to come out and look at it if anything goes wrong. Until then NO WATER FOR YOU. The upside, though, is that well water is free and tastes good. Totes worth it.

As for pooping, I haven’t quite figured out what my plan is. Maybe I’ll eat lots of cheese and potatoes to clog my digestive tract until the water is back. Or I’ll take a page out of my cats’ books and just bury it. Tune in next time to see what I do with my poo!

I’m sure this post was TMI and talking about doody is probably wildly uncouth, but…Idc. :P

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