Wednesday, November 5, 2008

Cracks and Crevices


Last night I was baking snickerdoodles in the kitchen, and Jack was hanging out in his door jumper. He started fussing, so I asked Jason to please take care of him. I was absorbed in rolling cookie dough balls in cinnamon sugar, and so I was taken aback when Jason promptly came to me with the baby--still in the door jumper! He shoved him in my arms, and said, "Take Jack and go to the other end of the house, NOW!"

An uncharacteristic command--I quickly heeded.

The first thought that flashed through my mind was reptilian in nature. All I could picture was Jason getting the gun and blasting a hole in my floor.

I was right--it was a snake! A baby snake, but still, a snake!! In my own house!! I screamed inside my head, since the older kids were in bed.

The door that leads to the garage has a huge gap between it and the threshold. This problem could be fixed by a new threshold, but the problem is the door itself. It's an interior door, and really, very inadequate for insulating purposes.

Logic flees in the presence of fear. Jason said the snake was cold, and was coming in where it was warm. I said I didn't care, I wanted a new door tomorrow, snakes have snake buddies. I might have gotten a little bossy about it. Jason tried to grin, laugh and cheer me up about it, but I gave him my best hairy eyeball.

So, bless the man's heart, we are getting a new door today. He hired a friend to pick one up and install it this afternoon.*

Later that evening, Jason told me not to take any more baths in our tub.


"I found a crack in it."

"As in, a crack in the paint? Or a crack in the tub?" (We painted the original blue tub with tub and tile paint.)

"As in, a crack in the tub. So don't take any more baths until I figure out how to fix that."


*I must add that Jason is fully capable of changing a door. He just doesn't have time right now, since it is harvest season.


heather said...

Freak out is right dear friend!!!! I would have made the same demand!!

And life without a tub, now that is rough. I look forward to soaking in a tub every night. A shower will not do.

Hope you come up with a cost effective quick solution. :) I know....just leave it all behind and come early for Thanksgiving. Your mom and dad have plenty of room, and 2 extra bathrooms they do not use. :) We could hit the resale shops....and leave the kids with the grandmas.

Anonymous said...

Well, at least you asked Jason to check on Jack. . .otherwise the scream probably wouldn't have just been in your head :) BTW, where are some pics of Helen and her lamb cake ? Jan

Anonymous said...

Maybe that snake followed you from you old house...Remember we once saw one and put your pile of tiles on it?

Sherri said...

Yikes!!! That's one good hubby you've got there!

I agree with Heather. Get yourselves up here quick...and I'm in on the resale shopping too. :)

Cottonista said...

Joanne, I remember that snake! Wasn't that Debbie who played the hero and smashed it with a bag of mortar? What is it with snakes around my house? I'm going to have to go put on shoes. It makes my toes squirmy just thinking about them!

Anonymous said...

Yes, it was Debbie, our hero for the day! And yes, keep shoes on! Joanne

Leslie said...

Glad it's your house and not mine. :)

Grandma Ruby said...

There's a tub stored in the chicken house. Perhaps if you wait until TG and have a way to take it home. . .Your snake story reminds me of the yellow jacket episode here. AFter I found the nest in the basement, Dad said he knew it was there! I went into threat mode at once and promised to call Terminex if something wasn't done ASAP.

Kevvo said...

Jason. On the tub. One word...Bondo.