Hi,

     Right after Beverly and I got married our apartment burned in the middle of the night. Actually the apartment behind us burned and only the roof of our place burned. We did not lose anything to fire; we did lose stuff by water and smoke damage. It stunk, but no one was hurt and our stuff was just stuff, plus with the insurance money we were able to buy our first house in Katy. After a number of years there, we upgraded a bit and bought a bigger home still out in Katy. This second house was empty when we bought it and needed a little bit of work. We had already moved out of our first home and we were living with my mom and dad. Beverly and I would go out and work on the house in evenings and on weekends. We were installing French doors and painting and getting new floors put in. We worked hard to do as much as we could as cheap as we could.

     One Saturday night I was out working on the house and it got late. My father was still the minister here at the church then, and much like Dr. Simmons, got to the church really early on Sunday mornings. So, he went to bed pretty early on Saturday nights. I finished working and realized that it was after midnight. So I had a problem. I had been working hard and even though it was in early December, it was hot and I was dirty and sweaty. The problem was that I needed a shower before I could go to bed and the bathroom where I would have to shower at my parent's house was right next to their bedroom. Being the loving considerate son that I am, I knew that I could not risk taking a shower and waking Dad up in the middle of the night.

     Being the resourceful fellow that I am, I quickly came up with a plan...