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Sunday
Oct232011

The Low-Budget, Off-Brand, Inappropriate Uncle of "Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon"

This is a blog post by Verity Mom finalist, Carrie Radford

...is called "Exploding Toilet, Flooded Bathroom." (insert quiet soap opera announcer guy's voice here) The part of Master Li Mu Bai will now be played by Student See You Pee.

Now on to the next movie... remember that scene in "This is Spinal Tap" where Nigel Tufnel is explaining to Marty DiBergi the band's supercharged amps?

Nigel:  "What we do is, if we need that extra push over the cliff, you know what we do?"

Marty:  "Put it up to eleven."

Nigel:  "Eleven. Exactly. One louder."

Marty:  "Why don't you just make ten louder and make ten be the top number and make that a little louder?"

Nigel:  [pauses incredulously]   "These go to eleven."

Apparently I've been at eleven since I hit the tarmac here in Kentucky the other night. You might have heard by now that I live in two places -- Seattle, Washington and Louisville, Kentucky. Ever since touchdown in Louisville, the adventures have been coming fast and furious. I'll leave the story for another time of how my ride didn't show up at the airport... leaving me stranded at midnight, in a sideways rain storm. I think it's safe to say that's when the whacky flag was planted.

Let's visit the next day. It was to be a full day of filming for my next Verity video, a radio interview with Femme Finance in Seattle (what a great group!), carpooling, lunch at my daughter Riley's school, and so on. Regrettably, Riley inherited my anti-morning gene. Prying her out of bed in the morning is something akin to dragging a Buick out of a ditch, only not quite as fun. Like always, I greased the rails for her on Crazy Train Friday and got up first. Honestly, I don't even want to consider what my father does to his poor bathroom when we're away. All I know is that it *looked* perfectly fine when I used it at O-Dark-Thirty. If by "fine" you mean it was really lying in wait like a predator for just my flush ("Today" the toilet conspired, "we're breaching the perimeter. At dawn, we ride!"). So there I was -- hapless, defeated, thinking to myself... You know what this lazy potty river needs? You find some lily pads, couple of up lights, throw on a little Yanni in the background, and you've got yourself one hella Kentucky Fried Water Feature. 

Down side? I probably don't need to tell you that we didn't quite make it to school on time? 

Up side?  Don't think for one second I didn't write "exploding toilet" on that tardy slip. 

Carrie

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