Going dark

Well, I'm posting from Panera, which also happens to be where I am trying to do my homework. Why you ask? Because the basement is now off limits and my wireless connection is somewhere down there - unplugged.

Here are the main points:

There is black mold down there. (It looks black, I don't know if it's actually THE black mold.)

I have learned about adjusters and mitigation teams and mold doctors and blah, blah, blah...

I am actively holding my hands over my ears with my eyes closed and singing something along the lines of "la la la la". I will stop when somebody tells me something fantastic, like "it's all taken care of and we've decided to cover all of it".

I will post again when we are back up at the house.

Moral of the story (i.e. What I learned from this valuable life experience): DON'T DO LAUNDRY. BAD THINGS HAPPEN.

Back soon.

Water World

Today I thought I'd be super productive and delve into some mid-week laundry. I was home, writing a paper and I thought I'd multi-task. Because I'm fancy like that.

So I popped in a load and ran an errand and came back home. And I went to throw the clothes in the dryer and then I noticed something.

THERE WAS A POOL WHERE MY LAUNDRY ROOM USED TO BE.

So I was muttering some choice words, which I won't type because sometimes I'm shy. And then I tried to see where the water was coming from. I didn't see it, so much as I heard it from the washer area. And the washer was just running water, although curiously there was no water in the washer - just wet clothes. So I shut the machine off manually, cranked the water lines off and then I grabbed a towel and called my husband - while I was standing in at least an inch of water.

That's what I call re-prioritizing. And yes, in case you were wondering, it totally included beer.

2 to 1

I've talked before about how much River totally favors his Dad. But I really haven't said much about Hunter and Meadow, except to say that they favor me for most things which has its pros and cons.

And then Mike relayed the following conversations he had with each kid:

Mike: I've got medicine for you right here.

Hunter: Are you sure I'm supposed to have two?

Mike: Yes.

Hunter: Would Mom think so?

*hee hee hee*

Mike: Come here and let me comb your hair.

Meadow: Are you allowed to comb my hair?

*huge belly laughs*

So, if you're keeping score - that's one for him and two for me.

Because I am totally competitive like that.

Dude Airport - Bud Light - Extended Version

I've got tons of schoolwork, so I'm phoning in this post. But seriously, I love these commercials. I saw this one the other day when I forgot I was watching The Daily Show on the DVR. For once, I was glad I didn't miss the commercials. THAT is a fortunate accident. Anyway, enjoy.

It's a good thing he's cute

I call this series : "Why River Is NOT My Friend."

In case this isn't clear - he's trying to fill the cup he just spilled from where it's dripping. Because apparently when he dumped it over he wasn't really aware how that would impact his thirst.
I've been spotted... I should smile.
But I'm thirsty so I'm just going to get a little more milk.
He is soooo not my friend.
Does anybody know how to make a lazy susan corner cabinet childproof?

See how he tries to lay on the charm.*(&%! He gets me every time.
Duuuuuude.