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Tuesday, March 18, 2008

Gray Water Up My Ass

My wife, she warms my heart sometimes for the things that she does, like putting a bucket in the shower to use for flushing the toilet in an effort to minimize water waste.

In times of calamity, you make the necessary changes, and here in the southeast we have been in the midst of a serious drought, serious enough that they've contemplated shutting down nuclear reactors, outlawed garbage disposals in sinks in Raleigh, and made it against the law to fill your pool or hot tub.

I think having a bucket in the shower is a practice we'll probably stick with, although I said the same thing about sleeping with sneakers on after "experiencing" the Northridge earthquake and that didn't last very long.

So now the top of the tank remains to the side and showers - which we also do with the boys in an effort to eliminate baths which are such a gratuitous waste of water -and the saving of the cast off, gray water are now the rule not the exception.

But that might have to change soon as well.

Because the other night I heard the sound of my cat lapping up water from that tank, the same tank that is filled with man musk, dingle berries, and stray pubes from my man plume. Toss in soap, God-knows-what-comes-off-the-kids and my wife's salon product - all which sounds like a lethal concoction for felines.


Whit said...

Cats are immune to that shit.

Khaki said...

In nature, water always has man musk, dingleberries, and stray pubes in it. Your cat loves you for bringing a little nature inside for him.

And also, you say you are a punk rock dad musician, and you have musical mentions all over this thing, and I'm certain you already know about most things that are considered "cool" or "neat-o". So, of course I was surprised, and not a little frightened, to find no results when I searched your blog for "Hamell on Trial". Is it that you don't know of Hamell on Trial, or is it that you *gasp* don't like Hamell on Trial? Either scenario means the situation is dire. Here is what the kids call a "link" to an online album titled "Songs For Parents Who Enjoy Drugs"

Understand and trust that I am not a professional shill, regardless of the natural talent I display in the shilling arts.