Land’s End might need to hear about this.

I had this coat when I was in high school—I think maybe my junior/senior years. Then I gave it to my Aunt Marge and she wore it forever. She just gave it back to us for Owen…and it’s a bit big but he doesn’t care. He LOVES it. I might need to write Land’s End about this one. (I also know I have one picture of me in it, but it’s black and white in a yearbook…and I have to find it. Stay tuned.)

Ugh. Again.

When you finally realize that the fabric softener explosion from two weeks ago actually did run down the floor vent and came out through the duct and then dripped through the basement ceiling tiles and down the wall (and ledge!) and all over a plastic storage container (it’s going in the garbage because I have literally ZERO patience to clean it), all over a pile of Legos, and then pooled on the floor.

This is NOT what I wanted to come home to.

I came home from Sam’s Club and was unloading the car when I smelled something…odd…out of place… But I couldn’t put my finger on it. Unloaded some more. Sniffed. Hmmm. It wasn’t a bad smell but it was overpowering. No idea. I thought I’ll have to explore the house when I’m done unloading and then I happened to look into the laundry room… Oh shit.

SHIT. SHIT. SHIT.

The stupid washer is off balance and jostles things around quite badly. I forget (since our own washer was never this bad) and left it too close to the edge after starting a load earlier. 😣😭 On the bright side, it smelled Downy fresh. 

Of course Tom was worried that it went down the vent, but thankfully most of it seeped under the rug.

And very little actually went down the vent.

 

And me being the idiot I apparently was this morning, grabbed nice kitchen towels INSTEAD OF THE RAGS RIGHT BEHIND ME IN THE LAUNDRY ROOM. (I did remember the rags after the first batch of kitchen towels )

The rug was a total loss—it wouldn’t fit in the washer and it’s too cold to hose off outside. 

I spent about a half hour cleaning and wiping the spatter off the walls, doors, and floor (the spots made it way out into the other room and up the garage door). Annoyingly, blue fabric softener stains (ugh). 

On a positive note, that load of towels was the softest load of laundry I’ve ever felt in my life. 

My H wall!!

I’ve been collecting Hs for some time now but always kind of felt like it was overkill—I mean, just how many do you really need? And where do you put them all? But I kept quietly buying them when I saw one I loved. And then we went to a friend’s house and they had one whole wall of Ms and I had an AHA! moment. It took awhile, but…

And there’s room for more! The big plywood H in the center is just a placeholder for one Tom is making. My favorite thus far is the set of red Hs that were my dad’s JV and varsity letters from Handy High School. 

It’s time to relax.

The craziness of the craft show is over so it was time to relax. The kids were at the rec center for another Parents Night Out so we went out for a fancy steakhouse dinner at The Tavern.

—Our Menu—

BAD KITTY (for me) and BEER (for Tom)

MEDITERRANEAN OCTOPUS
GRILLED OCTOPUS, POTATOES, PROVENCE OLIVE OIL

BAKED FRENCH ONION SOUP

CROUTON, GRATIN CHEESE CRUST

CAVIAR POTATO CHIPS

TOBIKO, SWEET ONIONS, CRÈME FRAICHE

THE TAVERN FILET 8 OZ

& BLOC OF FOIE GRAS

CREAM CHEESE CARROT CAKE

Thanks, Ecobee, we know. 

Our A/C died overnight but we didn’t really realize it until about 10am when we started moving around for the day. After a text to the landlord, it was a rush to close all the blinds and put up some curtains on the sliding door to block as much sun as possible. (It helped, but eventually got to 88° by the time they got here to fix it at 6pm.) It was actually somewhat nicer outside in the shade as there was a slight breeze. But our smart thermostat let us know what was going on: