Froze'd

My pipes froze. Joe is not home, and I couldn't pee, brush my teeth, shower, or brew coffee. The water bureau dudes came out and said there was nothing they could do. That we would just have to wait until the temperature rose and thawed the ground. I imagined us all shriveling up like a withered apple and never being clean again. And then I cried.

And then Mindy called.

Thank you to the following people today:
Mindy, for taking Oliver and me into your home as I tried desperately to cling to my sanity. The shower was exactly what I needed to clear my mind, and your "Backcomb in a Bottle" is my new favorite product.

Jill, for eating lunch with Oliver and me even though you weren't hungry, and then even further keeping me company by eating again anyway.

Husband Joe, for making every attempt to come home from your biz trip early to rescue your family from the House of Frozen Pipes. You needn't have rushed, but the fact you did makes me glad all over again that I married YOU.

The pipes have thawed, and we now have running water again. Mostly because I willed it to be so. Take that, universe. I want more from you.