Friday afternoon last has passed into history's dustbin and, we had a sewer malfunction of a vegan nature. By 'vegan' I mean it was a tree root what clogged the sewer line. Dang tree roots anyway. Now for the all important facts ma'am nothing but the facts. Thank you Joe Friday. You have to set the wayback to the 1960's for a Joe Friday reference. Anyway, since Friday afternoon last we've been without water. Can't use the sinks, showers, toilets, and if that don't about suck, well, I can't advise you as to what might. So seeing as how we live in the northeast entrance to the Mojave Desert, getting a professional grade plumbing service is damn near nonexistent. Now that Tuesday is dawning on another day without available water for washing, showering, using the crapper, and stuff like that there...we are without. We are in every sense of the situation simpatico with the good people of Lahaina, Maui. While we still have a roof over our heads but being without water, simpatico can be stretched to make a point. However with today being Tuesday, and the very last Tuesday in the month of August, let us have Tuesday machine art. Oh yeah...
boy -
face off (image being a replay) -
young sigmund -
presidential mugshot -
into the wild -
poupon? -
it really isn't any wonder why humans can be so enamored with their toilets. so hitting the head becomes a rather territorial affair and how is someone, anyone, supposed to do their business with peace of mind using an unfamiliar commode? short answer would be...you CAN'T! 😐
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