The phone rang again this morning. If you read yesterday's post you will see how I feel about morning phone calls. At least this time it wasn't a wrong number; it was just for my son who wasn't at home.

My daughter staggered upstairs later on and said she felt like she had been eating knives, which didn't sound good to me. I took the trusty old flashlight and looked down her throat, seeing exactly what I expected to see: white spots. Strep throat. Oh joy!

This was especially enjoyable since I hadn't gotten around to finding a doctor, which meant that I had to do a search and find someone near here who took our insurance. Then I got to fill out all the paperwork at the office since we were new. I swear there was a packet of papers this thick. (I'm holding my fingers about 1/2 inch apart.)

When we got home, after scoring some samples, I decided to do some laundry. I know, I know. I lead a really exciting life, but please, don't be jealous. Upon entering the laundry room I was hit with the unmistakeable realization that water was coming from somewhere. I moved the rattan basket and found a really grody roll of toilet paper, and also found a spectacular mold growth going on on the underside of the basket.

At that point I decided it was no longer my problem and called my husband. Let him deal with it.

I went up to fix supper and feed the dogs. I'm not sure if he managed to find out what was wrong yet, but I sure hope so. I can't live without my washer. I'll keep you posted on this exciting episode in my life.