Friday, August 30, 2013

Tsunami warnings.

I love shoes. Not a surprise, most women do.  My closet is the home of more shoes than needed.  Again, not a surprise, as do most women,  My closet is a bit different than most.  I house my shoes in their original boxes and I am a freak about it.  The seasonal shoes are placed on the floor in their proper home.  The non-seasonal get placed on the rack high above the on-goings for the season just waiting patiently to be out and about as the perfect accessory.  And yes, the new, save the planet, recycle, shoes without boxes, messes with my head!

Now, all this to set the tone.  Friday evening, quiet around the place, and the houseplants are screaming WATER ME, DRINK, HAPPY HOUR, H20.  As I am delighting in the fact that again, it's Friday, it's quiet, and the Circus Tent is tidy, I play a little mother nature and make it rain for my green, oxygen makers.  One by one place the delight and sigh in the faux rain forest.  

This is where Friday evening begins to go terribly south. I decide to sneak in a quick, one round of Candy Crush.  [You know where this is headed don't you fellow players.]  There is NO, ONE round of Candy Crush. I am enthralled into the land of reds, yellows and pesky chocolates, when Sloan says [I'm only half listening, don't judge!!!] Mom why is the shower running. My answer, "oh, Josie must be in there".  And I'm off to sprinkled candy land.

OMW. PANIC. THE SHOWER. THE PLANT.  I have officially flooded the bathroom. But wait, my bathroom is connected to my closet/laundry room.  THE FLOOR.  THE SHOES.  Immediately, I dart over to the shower to kill the water flow, open the shower door, and there it is... TSUNAMI.  The wave of water that rolled over the bottom of my shower floor rippled like a tsunami causing the water to target my shoes. MY SHOES.  Josie, feeling the panic, darted to the dirty clothes hamper, dumped out the towels all along the rows of shoes. Her female instinct kicked in to save the shoes! She created the barrier to save the shoes.
While standing, not quiet ankle deep in the aftermath, the closet grew quiet. She and I locked eyes. Josie, in all her wit, cracks the silence with "Mom... that tsunami almost took out the shoes!"  "We had no warning!" "It could have been a disaster if it had reached the brown boots!"  

Who knew we'd experience a tsunami today?  Happy Friday all, hope everyone enjoys a disaster free weekend!      

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