Come on over to our basement.
You think I would have noticed that a good chunk of carpet is soaked:
when I got on the treadmill--in the basement
or when I did three loads of laundry--in the basement
or when I worked on the computer for four hours--in the basement
or, um, when I was breathing. Really, how bad is my sense of smell that I didn't notice that damp odor in our basement? Luckily, when Donnie came home from work he pointed it out.
In my search for the positive side, I'm hoping the heavy rains from this week have washed away all traces of spring allergies. It's only fair...if Memorial Day is the unofficial start of summer that means I can kiss my allergies good-bye until fall, right? As beautiful as spring is, it can be tough. It's so bad to be cursing all the lovely blooms but when I feel my head pounding and see cars coated in pollen, the swearing begins.
No one is safe from seasonal allergies in our house. Donnie and Bug both have them. Even Clara has them. Bug gets a (fairly) mild rash and Clara is forced to stay awake longer than an hour a day to lick her paws nonstop. At times Bug and Clara have been on the same meds (although Bug's isn't bacon scented but oh, he would love that!).
The carpet people are coming today. Now, if only I could find a pediatric veterinarian for Bug and Clara...