We bought a new house in April, and we have really enjoyed living there.
That said, the house has been a death trap! In May I fell down the stairs trying to save my son Cash from falling town the stairs. I had several broken ribs, a tooth was knocked out, was knocked unconscious, and had to be rushed to the hospital.
Last night at maybe 4am-ish, Malia said- “I am really wet baby.” My reply was- “Alright, let me move the co-sleeper off the bed and let’s do this.” Malia laughed and then turned her night light on her side of the bed.
Malia said- “Oh my god! Look how wet it is!” I was still thinking sex, so I rubbed her private area. Malia said- “Baby, I can tell which head you are thinking with, but I need your other head right now.” Then the light shorted out.
Malia started crying because she felt scared. While crying she said- “This is a daddy thing. Save us daddy.” I told her to stay on the bed with the babies while I went to check it out. I used the flashlight on my phone to see because the power was out.
I got to the top of the stairs and I could hear Malia yell- “How bad is it baby?” I sang- “Don’t go chasin waterfalls, because you’ve got one in your living room.”
The water from the upstairs was falling from the upstairs to the downstairs in a waterfall like motion. I walked back into our bedroom and told Malia we need to get what we need and go stay in our guest house.
We gathered up our stuff and went to sleep in the guest house. I called a 24 hour plumber, etc. We don’t have the guest house set up yet, so we slept on a bed in the middle of the living room.
Malia said- “I can feel you up against me. You are still horny, aren’t you?” I was, so I said proudly- “Damn skippy!” As it turns out, it wasn’t just her feet that were wet at the main house, so we went into the spare bedroom and had sex on a mattress on the floor. It was great!
When I woke up this morning Malia was combing her hair Marsha Brady style 100 times in the mirror. I decided to take a picture. You are so beautiful my love.
I feel like we could make it through anything.
P.S. Making jokes about whether they were going to send in the U.S. Coast Guard or Noah’s Ark Plumbers and all that was the hardest I have laughed in a long time. I love so much Malia!
P.P.S……
The Plumber: What is your address sir?
Me: We live at 1 Indoor Waterfall Lane Bethesda, Maryland.
The Plumber: I’ll bring my swim trunks.
Malia: I hate both of you. Please come drain our indoor water park when you 2 are done making jokes.
