Do any of you have a lovely slipper tub? A pretty white one? One that everyone looks in on and says, "Oh, I love your tub?"
Does it ever look like this?
I figured not. I was afraid of that.
I was busy fixing a lovely potato soup and cheese biscuits for my hard working man early this evening. And I heard the kitchen door open.
And saw this thing trying to wrestle my husband in, or back out, the door.
It was hard to tell.
Apparently he won, because he managed to tame the mile-and-a-half of frozen water hose, in order to bring it INTO THE HOUSE and lay it in the foyer.
Where apparently it lost control, because we heard it spilling ... out onto the foyer floor (just mopped today, thank you very much!)
So we hustled it into... my pretty white tub. Where it could thaw out, because, alas the horses have only ice to drink.
He had to drag about a mile of hoses into the house, let them thaw, carry them back out... etc. etc. It went on a long time.
I'm not sure if I'll be able to take a bath in there anytime soon...
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