Hot Water

No pictures today, but I do have a story...one day this week, the alarm goes off way too early. I sit up and let the blood flow get situated before I make my way in the dark to the bathroom for a shower. Since Scott & I got married, I've always been first to the shower. Some days I silently curse him for getting to stay in bed a few more minutes, but truthfully, I wouldn't have it any other way - I have to be first in the shower or it throws off my day. Just ask him.

I get in the shower and turn on the water. I'm waiting for it to warm up. I'm waiting...waiting...still waiting for the borderline luke warm water to turn hot. After I waited several minutes and nothing happened, I just proceeded on with the shower. I can't get off schedule in the mornings, it really does a number on me. I'm sure that surprises all of you.

Yes, I was cold, but I amused myself by thinking the worst...the hot water heater has gone out and we will have to buy a new one. Awesome.

So I tried to finish quickly and hopped out. By this time, Scott & Nate were both awake. I promptly opened the door and said, "Uh...Scott? There isn't any hot water." He replies with a "What the heck?" and tromps down the stairs to check things out.

He tromps back up the stairs and says, "Nate, did you turn a black knob on the water heater last night when we were playing downstairs?"

"Yes, Dad. I sure did."