WARNING: Severe case of FWP Syndrome approaching.
Some supremely unholy shit occurred today.
Much to the chagrin of the missus and I, the hot tub today was anything but. Instead of a soothing seething, we were instead assailed by a tepid, dare I say, frigid ambush by the lukewarm waters within.
Our only salvation lie in the other hot tub, mere feet away. Heed me, O reader, when I say that weren't our hopes dashed to smithereens upon discovering that not only were its waters cloudy and unchurned, the basic mechanism required for the churning inexplicably unresponsive, but it's intestine liquids were even more glacial and numbing than the previous hot tub! What were we, two wayfarers lost wandering the road to misfortune and betrayal, to do?
Turns out we went upstairs and took a hot shower. Yep.