The Best Day

My idea of a perfect day is to have a pipe leak into my unfinished (thankfully) laundry room. I think that a pipe of the toilet variety would be preferred. Oh, yes! Shop vac-ing, pulling back carpet, ripping up padding-this is the day I planned.

Now, on the non-facetious side of things, at least I am not buryng a spouse or child, right?

Many, many thanks to my neighbor, Heather, for helping rounding up the vac, sop up water, wash linens, etc. That's a real friend, you know: someone who will roll up their sleeves and dig into potentially poopy water to help you out.

P.S. It wasn't mine. Remember, we have three children in this house, one of them under five.

P.S.S. I am now off to a hair appointment (that's another post all together) to get the Julia Roberts out of my hair.