Sundays w/ Sara: the Cold Shower edition.

OK, so for the last week the hot water has been turned off. If its on, the water heater leaks due to the fact that the bottom is slowly rusting out. So... no hot water...

Its simply amazing how much we take for granted these days. I feel like Julia Roberts in 'Eat, Pray, Love' where she learns she has to boil water if she wants a hot bath then, when Julia looks confused,  the old Italian 'Mamma' sort of shouts at her "everything that needs to be clean gets clean!" then throws up her hands and walks away. Aside from the fact that this is apparently woefully inaccurate of how Italian life really is (the Romans figured out the whole "hot water" thing 2000 years ago. They had developed central heating systems for large villas and public baths. They did not rely on kettles to bathe themselves.), its a charming moment of pure, decadent movie nonsense. And it feels a little like my life, only without the old-world architecture and stereotypical Italian mother-type to make it worth it. And the Claw-Foot tub. I love a Claw-Foot tub...

Well, we don't have a bath tub; we have a shower. So I've been boiling water and pouring it into a glass bowl and taking that into the shower with me. I don't know about you, but I can't shave my legs with cold water. The hair washing with cold shower water is fine, all be it a bit uncomfortable, but really... things could be much worse. I could be "tan mom"... ug...  

Oh, shit does suck. Remember how I dropped my phone in a bucket of water? Yeah... it actually just sort of worked itself out of my pocket and *plop* right into the bucket as I was bending over to pick it up but anyway, I let it dry out over night and it works still... sort of... the camera comes on at odd times by itself but I cant take any pictures. The audio is funky sometimes, and it randomly shut off by itself once or twice. But at least it buys me time to see about getting a new one. So really, shit doesn't suck that bad after all.

Friday morning (see, I craft these things over the course of the week as I think of stuff...) I had thought of something brilliant to add to this blog, but I have since forgotten it. Damn it. Why does that always happen? Seriously, I would have a lot more to blog about if I could remember half of my inspired moments... which I can't... so its hard to prove they ever existed at all. Zombie Risk is one though... that will be real... in time.

Our 3rd wedding anniversary was this week on Wednesday. Both of us forgot. Its sad really. We didn't do anything at all that night (well, Beau stayed up playing video games and said some TOS violation-y things that got him banned from Xbox live for 2 weeks, so that was fun). Instead, we went out Saturday evening. Mom babysat the boy, we went downtown to see The Avengers at Cinebistro. The movie was everything that had been hyped. I really really enjoyed it. The food was just as bland and flavorless as last time so we won't be eating there again. Lesson learned. Though, the popcorn did not disappoint. Before the show ewe went to Irish 31 for a drink and some Potato Pub Skins (red potatoes with swiss, sauerkraut and corned beef. OMG). The bartender had on black hot pants, a black tank top and under the black tank top a pink one so that there was a strip of pink just above her butt that said in silver glitter "I Work Out" and it was awesome. She clearly did, but I just thought the song reference was so silly, it made me smile. I should have liked a photo (and the fellas would have liked it too) but my phone did fall in a bucket of water...

The boys feet are GIGANTIC. His skinny little legs end up in these big skis... poor guy. He is tripping over everything. Gonna need to buy him some new shoes soon. I see a bit of belly poke out in some shirts too. My baby is getting so big. *sniff*

Otherwise, not much else report. The boy is good, I am OK, Daddy is still addicted to fishing.
Happy Sunday, All.