We left around noon yesterday to do some errands. I dropped the girls off at the mall and met Kevin (he worked a few hours) at WalMart. We got what we needed there, and then he went to Oak Grove and I went to Aldi for groceries. Kevin beat us home, and as I pulled into the drive, he came out onto the side porch and announced that we had no water.
I posted to Facebook, wondering why, and sure enough, I got an answer. Works every time. Turns out there had been a water main break in town, and they turned off the water to fix it. *sigh* Mom lives 2 miles away and has a well, so we have access to water, but we thought we'd wait it out and bring some snow in to melt. Things like that become an adventure around here.
I walked away from the kitchen, leaving Tim alone with a cooler full of snow. When I came back, I found this:
I laughed and took a picture, and then walked toward the bathroom to find out what I was hearing:
It was Natalie, using the hair dryer to melt snow.
When I started wondering what was taking the snow on the stove so long to melt, I got my answer:
Yup, Tim was watching the pot! It'll never boil, now!
So now our water is back on, but we're under a boil order until further notice. I guess they do that when the lines have been drained. I thought we'd go to mom's this morning and get some water, instead of boiling, until I looked out the door at my car.
Another 2 1/2" on top of my car? How long 'til spring?