How was your Monday?
I was busier than god, deadlines for work shooting by me like a biker gang in the slow lane of the 405 Freeway, when I got up to get a soda. When I came into the kitchen…
Why is there water all over the floor? Where’s it coming from? This seems “off nominal.”
Oh, the water runs all the way down to the other end of the kitchen and under the stove. This seems “way, WAY off nominal.”
It turns out that something in the fridge, where the water feed line comes in to supply water to the ice maker and cold water dispenser, had committed suicide and was spraying water all over. Couldn’t find a shutoff, couldn’t move the fridge, but I could hear water running back there, so the short term solution was to turn off the water main to the house.
In the end it got fixed, the water’s back on – but we have no ice maker for a while.
Worry not, my friendly readers. I am a practitioner of an ancient Magik, a dark lore handed down from father to son for generation on generation.
I… (insert drum roll!) …can make ice without an ice making machine.
It’s complex, involves incantations and ancient artifacts, relics from an older, gentler age. (The Sixties – work with me here!) The ice will be in a different form than you are used to, a manifestation of my ice making abilities which will leave you in awe.
The cult’s rules forbid me from revealing all, but I can give you a glimpse into the mystic realm…
Use this ancient wisdom carefully and wisely!
(Now, wasn’t reading this drivel better than watching the RNC tonight? You’re welcome!!)