It all started when I went to a retreat a while back that was all focused on living a "Green Life". During that retreat I decided that I was going to try real hard not to use plastic water bottles because they are not too good for the environment.
My doctor had told me a couple of weeks prior to that trip that I needed to drink more water and less diet coke and coffee (two staples in my daily liquid intake). What my doctor didn't know is that the lake in Waxahachie has turned over and ever since then the water has had a yellowish tint to it... and it smells like sulphur.
So now I was stuck in between a rock and a "green living" hard place..... can't drink bottled water because it will kill the earth... but can't drink Waxahachie water because it may kill me.
After drinking two cups of coffee and two diet cokes AND a 7up, I was driving home last night from an already heavily convicting Bible Study and I was thirsty. I was dreaming of the next diet coke that would touch my lips when my doctors orders came through loud and clear "Drink more water".
So I bit the bullet and at 9:15pm I found myself wandering the isles of HEB trying to find a water filter to put on my sink faucet. I purchased that and some fancy powdered creamer that I am now currently drinking in my coffee as I write this.... and I was off to channel my inner plumber and install this life changing device that would turn yellow water into clear drinkable, doctor's orders water.
Meanwhile.....I have failed to mention that there has been this odor coming from underneath my sink that I have not really wanted to deal with. There really is nothing underneath my kitchen sink except for cleaning supplies, dishwasher soap, and hand towels.......oh yes and this odor.
So I install the filter (after realizing that my faucet was not adaptable and it needed extra parts to actually work) and poured myself a nice clear clean glass of water. I decided at that point (10:15 pm) to go ahead and check out the source of the smell underneath the sink.
BAD IDEA!
I kindly lifted my plastic basket of cleaning supplies off of the floor of the kitchen sink cabinet and all of a sudden an Old Testament style flood came steaming out of the cleaning supplies basket onto my floor. It is quite ironic that a cleaning supplies bucket would
a) smell as bad as it did.... the odor is still on my hands after many many applications of soap, bleach, antibacterial gel, and lotion.
b) would be this not so clean looking gray chunky color and consistency.
Norm and I had to build an ark just to survive this flood in my kitchen. I looked around in my empty house and realized if anybody was going to get to the root of the problem it was me......
So after a few moments of gagging and saying words that only sailors in distress should say.... I waded through the flood and started throwing everything out. I ran two trash bags full of flood ridden residue outside and mopped up (on my hands and knees with a towel and floor cleaner) the gray flood.
Then the unspeakable happened. Here all this time I thought I was alone in this adventure..... then I lifted the only remaining object underneath my sink (a soaked towel) and there was a huge roach the size of Rhode Island! I was screaming on the top of my lungs which then caused me to gag...which then caused me to cry which then turned in to rage as I hunted down Rhode Island Roach..........
Needless to say.... I now have nicely filtered water, a clean underneath sink, and a better understanding of how bad my gag reflex really is.
