Or wash hands.
Honestly, remember when I proclaimed I would never complain if it rained all the time? Remember last summer when Joe did a rain dance in his towel when it rained a measly 1/2 inch?
Well, we're all home today, no school thanks to flooded roads, no chores even started thanks to the foot of water in our basement.
Thankfully, our basement houses very few things. Unfortunately, it does include our Christmas decorations, which I am trying not to think about, but it also houses important switches and pipes and other technical things for our house's water supply, thus the no flushing, no washing, no water. Period.
It has been wet here, and while the first few rounds of the good soaking rain were welcome, now it's just ridiculous. The guys haven't even considered working in the field, thanks to the water, and now this flooding business.
Thankfully, we have a great relationship with our local CPS (Crop Production Services) manager (meaning...we spend a lot of money there, and he's a "neighbor"), so when CPS opens at eight, Joe will be headed over there to borrow a big pump, since ours is not working (of course), and we'll try to get the basement taken care of.
In the meantime, I am thankful that we're safe, that all can be replaced and aired out (after a mourning period, of course), and that I had my hair cut yesterday in case I need to go anywhere without showering...just don't get too close, breath mints only take care of so much.
Here's to a better, drier day.