Today was NOT a good one.
Miss Dog wouldn’t settle down until the wee hours, so everything about my day got pushed back much later in the day. So I was running back & forth to & from the house on a tighter schedule than I like.
Then, when I had only one last errand to run, she asked to go out to the backyard. Well, right after she finished #2…she fell into it.
Annoying & unfortunate, but not a disaster. I emptied my pockets of electronics, put on my yard shoes, grabbed a towel and went outside to grab the hose. Spraying her clean was pretty easy- she was VERY cooperative.
But when I went to turn the water off, the knob shot out of the wall mount, unleashing a jet of water. The water cutoff was (unbeknownst to me) in front of the house. (And even if I had known, we don’t have the right tool to shut it off.)
So I’m there trying to reattach the handle assembly back to the wall while water is jetting EVERYWHERE, soaking me thoroughly and blinding me, making it very difficult to properly seat the bastard onto its itty-bitty threads.
I yell at mom to 1) call the plumber and 2) open the garage so I can get to the tool chest…then reversed the order on my requests.
I finally managed to get the thing properly seated and screwed it on with a wrench. By that time, the plumber was en route.
He checked my work (I did it properly), then showed me where & how to turn the water off, as well as the tool I’ll need to do that.
And I STILL had to change clothes to go to the grocery. (Just now finished putting everything away.)
Thankfully, though, everything that happened was small stuff.