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.
















































Drink as much of it as you can, and then fill your birdfeeders and flower pots?
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.
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.
No, Judy, Donald Trump has a precious commode–a golden one!
Don’t forget the local flora – don’t you have a peach tree?
Why not keep a couple of one gallon milk jugs just for that reason.