Not a martial arts form! But when upper dreams involve dropping water...do wake up.
Nabal, drinking again, lamented that the outdoor spigots were frozen- because he uses them year round, but not when it's this cold. Turned hiss mind to water. One of the kids mentioned that the waster wasn't holding hot for their shower. And Nabal complained of the pressure.
The basement had a raindrop head, not a regular shower head. This I explained wasn't meant for big pressure.
He said something about turning it off while replacing the gas stove. He opened the water pressure and turned the heat on the water heater up to hot from a mistaken warm setting.
Now running the shower to take pressure off the emergency escape valve on the heater. Turned the tank down to human temps instead of sanitize, and backed off the water pressure. Threw down some sheets for the water...I'll wash them I'm three light of day.
He says he lost his glasses...not prescription glasses- readers. He's going to blame this, on that.
The fun never ends!
Nabal's response: Every time I try to do something nice...I f*ck up. So f* it!
Victim even to himself...
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