Yesterday when Hubby and I woke up, we were pretty confident the house was going to get picked up and crash down in some far away land over the rainbow. Except there was no effing rainbow out there, I can assure you of at least that much. There was, however, WIND.
SO. MUCH. WIND.
A cold and nasty bitch was blowing at about 95 kilometres per hour. (Nearly 60, for my crazy American friends.)
And thanks to the terrible recent news coming out of Indiana, as well as certain technicolour movies, I was terrified. I couldn't stop imagining some giant tree smashing through my bedroom window, or the roof getting ripped off, or a pack of crazy flying monkeys coming to attack me.
Basically, I was a tad jumpy.
I'm sure you can imagine how much worse matters got when the apocalypse came. Or the power went out. Whichever.
Me: No! The power went out!
Hubby: Uh huh.
Me: We should have showers! The hot water tank is going to fail us momentarily!
Hubby: It's gas. It'll be fine.
It was around this time that I got distracted by the fact that my kickass iPhone was running low on battery power. While I was busy considering driving around the block to charge my phone in the car, Hubby had started the shower and was searching the house for a flashlight.
Me: At least turn off the water! You're wasting it!
Hubby: Honey. There will be plenty of hot water. I need a flashlight.
Me: Fine. Hurry up though, dummy.
And then it happened.
Hubby, yelling from the shower: Did you flush the toilet?!
Me: No, why?
Hubby: Uh... I think the hot water is running out!
Me: Are you kidding?!
Hubby: Um, no!
God dammit. He KNOWS how a Wifey without a hot shower (twice a day, at least) is a very unhappy Wifey. He KNOWS Wifey will be pissed if Wifey can't wash her hair. He KNOWS that if there's no hot water after he said there would be, Wifey's gonna lose her SHIT.
He also knows Wifey is certifiably nuts.
Which is why I guess Hubby wasn't particularly surprised when a panicked and crazy Wifey ran into his bathroom, dropped her pjs, and jumped into his luke warm shower.
It turned out that the hot water was fine, and by the time we got dried and dressed, the power was back on. Also, interestingly, and thankfully, our house didn't actually blow away.
Huh. So... my fear wasn't entirely rational, then? WEIRD.