So this morning I pushed my nose around the room, into corners, under furniture, everywhere, sniffing. As I got closer to my messy knee deep closet I realized that smell was definitely coming from there.
In I went, sniffing and sniffing and became one hundred per cent positive that it was coming from closet. What the hell could it be. On the floor are many many things, including a whopping pile of odd stuff laundry I need to get to. I lifted up the first of it to see if there was something dead under there and OH MY GOD!!! Everything, and I mean everything in that closet on the floor is soaking wet. With toilet water. The rug. The laundry. My shoes and boots. My briefcase and backpack. An enormous duvet etc etc.... Oh Mommy! Whimper whimper! (double triple shovel list) So I hauled it all out and I shall have stick a heater in there and wash all that crap.
Not only that it frigging snowed again last night. That enormous huge driveway needs ploughing again. Maybe it will melt. No. It won't. Sigh. So guess what I am doing? Sitting in my chair feeling royally sorry for myself. It would help if my stupid stomach would settle down. I was supposed to go to a fun seminar with Kathy and Kerry today so I only took really mild gravol but I am staying home. I think I will take the grand daddy gravol and pull a Scarlett O'Hara...I will worry about all this tomorrow. I am sure I will feel better tomorrow. I had better...I am supposed to babysit Ainsley and Stirling...really looking forward to it. TTYL
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