Hate when that happens…

Saturday morning. Getting ready for the weekly water run. I’ve got two empty 3-gallon water bottles and one with maybe a gallon left. So I take that bottle and I fill the ready-use drinking water pitcher, and the teapot. And I clean out Tobie’s water bowl and refill that. And I’m left with…


…like maybe ten cents worth of water in the bottle. And I always feel like a failure of a tightwad when I resist the temptation to leave it for next week and pour it down the kitchen drain.

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6 Responses to Hate when that happens…

  1. Stefan v. says:

    Drink as much of it as you can, and then fill your birdfeeders and flower pots?

  2. Judy says:

    Get a spare pitcher/jug for moments like this. You didn’t mention a stock pot/large sauce pan. Living where you live, potable water is a precious commode at any price.

  3. Robert says:

    I feel your pain, Joel.
    Unplanned sponge bath.
    Luxurious extra shampooing.
    Got any open-cell lead acid batteries?
    Slug it down and make bets on when you hafta stop on the side of the road to relieve yourself.

  4. Anonymous says:

    No, Judy, Donald Trump has a precious commode–a golden one!

  5. Anonymous says:

    Don’t forget the local flora – don’t you have a peach tree?

  6. Klaus says:

    Why not keep a couple of one gallon milk jugs just for that reason.

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