My day wasn’t going badly at all.  It wasn’t especially wonderful, but it was definitely solidly in the okay column.

Then within a few minutes my whole day went in the toilet.

First, I went to stir the soup I had put on to simmer; and found that it had not simmered; it had burned itself down to an inedible crusty pot of disgusting glop.

I put the pot in the sink and start running water into the pot to cool it and to (hopefully) loosen the black burned remains of our dinner from the bottom of the pot.

I scrape the bottom of the pot (so thankful for Teflon) with a wooden spoon, and most of it comes up.  Dump everything in the sink, and rinse it down the garbage disposal.

That’s when I see that the faucet won’t stop running.

I try turning the water on and off.  First the hot water, then the cold water.  Nope – still a small stream of water flowing steadily.

I try turning the handles off really hard.  Nope – still a small stream of water.

And of course, all I can think is: THIS IS CALIFORNIA, WE ARE IN THE MIDDLE OF THE WORST DROUGHT EVER, AND I CAN’T TURN OFF THE FUCKING WATER!!!!

I feel like I will personally be responsible for what is left of California’s water going right down our drain, and everything simply drying up and blowing away.  Because that is how my day is suddenly going.

I put a gallon water jug (which needed filling anyway) under the faucet; and waited for my dear husband to come home, which should be any minute.  In 10 minutes, the jug was more than ½ full.

I am going to water jail for sure.

Husband gets home.  Does exactly what I did (turned the water on and off) and it stops.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

But at least the water has stopped.

I explain that dinner just went down the drain; and that’s when I notice the dishwasher I was running never turned on – it still showed 2 hours 20 minutes to go.

Guess who didn’t hit the “start” button?

Well – who cares?  We don’t need clean dishes – there is no dinner to eat off of them.

And how was your day?