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It all started when I just got up. I ate some icky whole wheat pancakes and went into our living room to watch a movie called....oh bother I forget what it's called. Well It was someting and Hooch, a movie about a really big bull mastif that at first ruins this guy's life, and then saves it or somthin. Well Charlie, my little brother, and I were just watching it, minding our own buisiness when BAM!!! A deafening noise sounded from our bathroom. It made a loud, furious hissing noise and we thought it was a gas leak. Charlie, the biggest, scaredest, little baby in the whole world, tried to call 911 stare Luckily, I stole the phone from him and called my dad. He was at Wally World (Wal Mart) with my mom. My older brother, Joey, was in the back yard polishing his ROTC shoes, so he wasn't in here when it happened. So my two, hyperactive Chihuahuas, Honey and Chico, ran into the bathroom and started barking their little pear sized heads off and splashing about in toilet water. Until I saw catlitter and water spewing from underneath the door, I didn't know the back connecting hose had snapped loose. We guessed it was broken with out even talking to each other and got all the towels we could from our towel closet and the laundry room. Our bathroom is right across from a closet where my mom keeps her purse, tape, wrapping paper, boxes to x-boxes, gamecubes, ect...; If you were standing in the door way facing the closet, our laundry room/pantry/dog room would be to the right and our living room ( where the linolium tile is separated with carpet) would be to the left. The little hall way between, with the kitchen also linking from it right next to the closet, is pretty narrow so we were all in there panicing and stuffing towels up agianst the door. Our dad said to turn a silver knob to the right to stop the water. He and Mom had to abandon their cart to come back to the house and help us. The carpet connecting to the living room was starting to get soaked so i put a towel on that too. By then Charlie went into the backyard to find Joey and they were in here helping me stuff towels places. Once I got dad's instructions I told Joey and Charlie how to do it. None of them would ( stressed scream stare rolleyes ) so I had to put my hand in the spewing, high pressure jet of water to turn this little, non-existant knob. Once the loud hissing noise was gone, we all got our heads on straight and calmed down a bit. Then I realized I turned the knob to the left. Big mistake. SMAK!!! HISSSSSSSSSSS!!! AIIIEEEE OMG STOPP IT!!! OMG TH-THE KNOB'S RIGHT HERE!! PUT IT BACK ON GOSH DANG IT!! I dropped the knob twice, washing the catlitter clean out of the bathroom and into the closet accross the bathroom and into the dog room. Kitty @#$& was every where and we were jumping around screaming. I sent Charlie out of the hall way and stuck the knob back on and turned it off again. This time it stopped for good. Relieved, i sent Charlie for more towels and Joey for a bucket. Lol...I own them. I went into the Garage to get a mop and found the stupid, old, splintery mop. Charlie did nothing but sit there and take up space so I made him just stand on the towels. "To make sure no water gets out" I said. Lol. Load-a-balogne. I just wanted him outa the way. Joey mopped up with a dish towel while I used the retarded mop. Ow. My hands still hurt from using that mop. I got two splinters and fifty-jillion blisters from ringing out the stupid confound mop head. Soon mom and dad got here and helped clean up. It took a total of 3 hours to clean up. It sure proved to be an interesting morning. Why does these things always happen on Sundays? My dad broke his finger just last Sunday!!! Now remember kiddies, toilets are dangerous.
 Gemini alchemist · Sun Oct 01, 2006 @ 06:48pm · 15 Comments |
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