...until the well goes dry. Two weeks without water has sent yours truly over the edge. Forget cooking squash or cleaning, I'm just timing my trips to the loo. Cross your legs as there isn't enough water in the well. The good news is that I do have water now... I'm hooked up via a hose to the place across the street. Can we say "Beverly Hillbillies"?
"Come and listen to a story about a woman named Deb
Poor unemployed Vermonter, barely kept her family fed
Then one day she ran out of water,
She called up her landlord and he did what he 'aughta'..."
Now let's just hope that hose holds up!
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