Seriously - is Brenda psychic? Does she have some sort of incredible mind link to this family? I mean, really, how apt to comment in the opening of her blog post for FlogYoBlog #19: How's your week going? Good? Good-ish? Suck sweaty hairy smelly donkey balls?
Mmm, sweaty, hairy, smelly. And seeing as Madmother is the only female humanoid in these here parts the donkey balls image is kinda apt if you get my drift. Now, before you jump to the conclusion that our personal hygeine standards suck, I need to explain a little.
We live on not quite 3 acres of heaven. Gorgeous views, crisp, clean mountain air, privacy and serenity. Well as serene as it gets with a ten year old and a twelve year old running rampant (and the other ten year old and eleven year old here on a mission for fun). BUT there is a drawback to rural life.
Yep, we do not have town water or sewerage, we have these two amazingly big mothers of concrete containers and a waste water treatment plant (used to be called septics in the old days before they became new-fandangled bio-chemical units).
If the power goes out, we are stuffed. If the water runs out, we are stuffed. If you have a TWELVE YEAR OLD BOY WITH ASPERGER SYNDROME NO TIME MANAGEMENT SKILLS OBSESSED WITH SHOWERS YOU ARE STUFFED!
You guessed it. This morning we arose to a cough and a splutter out of the tap and NO WATER. Not happy Jan! I have been screaming at him for ages over this issue, and now he finally realises why!
And so we sit. And wait for the water tanker angels to deliver us from dirt. And poop. And clean dishes. Really hanging to wash, flush, hell... even brush my teeth to get the fur off. Oh, and did I mention I went to derby training last night? Decided to have my shower this morning instead of last night, BIG MISTAKE! Though the water probably would have run out mid-lather when I think about it. But boy, do I smell...
*Mutter, mutter, grumble, whinge*
I need my morning shower - I am not nice if I do not get my shower. Luckily for you lot, this blog does not include smellorama...
This is Rancid Madmother signing off on FlogYoBlog Friday. Go read her rules, I can't be arsed copying them until I smell better.
Off to sulk in a corner so the other people who are present in this house do not keel over. Oh, and I lied about the Good in the title...