A lazy Saturday morning. I am reading blogs and catching up on e-mail.
Ken comes in and asks me if we missed paying a water bill - there is no water. "I was going to take a shower," he says, plaintively.
I remind him that the water bill is paid by automatic draft, so surely that is not the problem...and that I was just washing dishes to put in the dishwasher a few minutes ago.
I go to the sink - sure enough, no water.
We peer out the front door window. "Yep, there are cones out there," he says, and shows me a line of orange traffic cones blocking off the street as for workers.
"Shall I go out and ask them if they have the water cut off, and how long it might be?" I ask.
- A quizzical look.
"Well, I guess it had better be you, because I don't speak cone."
Cue laugh track.
