How many times has this happened to you:
Your washer and dryer both die within minutes of each other for seemingly unrelated reasons. Each has wet laundry inside it.
And, within moments, your toddler has the Biggest Poop in the Universe.
I can see you cocking one eyebrow incredulously at this last point. You're thinking to yourself, The biggest poop in the universe? I've had some big poops in my day. I'm sure you're right, but have your poops ever necessitated throwing out a pair of socks as a complete write-off? And contemplate also throwing out your pants? I thought not.
And I know. Someone buy me a lottery ticket.
We spent last night taking turns schlepping sodden clothes to the laundromat and using the elephant hose on Sam. After that we needed strong drink and the kind of warm, nurturing embrace one only gets from watching BBC versions of Jane Austen novels. If you haven't seen Persuasion yet -- because I'm going to assume you've read it, right? -- I think you've got your Monday night mapped out for you. And this is my gift to you, in lieu of a proper post.
On the plus side, my neighbour waited till 8:30 this morning to start jackhammering, for a change. Things are looking up!