the basement

it is like silence of the lambs, except it isn't just a well in my basement that is wet and made of stone - it is the entire basement.  and my washer that looks lovely and fancy... and doesn't work.  and as i opened the door to the front loading washer today to discover the problem, i spilt gallons of soapy water on the floor.  actually that isn't such a bad thing as the whole place could use a good wash, but i didn't actually mean for all that water to get on my boxes of who knows what is down there.

did i mention yet the frogs?  two so far.  one was tiny, and the other that hopped out from under the washing machine, well it was a BIG, slow frog the color of baby poop.  he was clearly not in a hurry and was planning on returning to his special spot under the washer as soon as i left.  i'm sure we will meet again.  i think i am going to buy some rubber boots for my trips to the basement.  flip flop season is over for me.

and did i mention the invisible bugs that bite me when i go down there?  i swear that i have gotten more bug bites here than i ever have in houston.  so much for escaping the swamp, i just traded it in for the ozark woods.

and did i mention the crickets that climbed into our boxes, and hitched a ride inside of the uhaul from a hotel in oklahoma?  did i mention how those crickets have also somehow snuck their way into the basement? it gets noisy down there at night.

i hope the frogs eat them.  and then maybe one can turn into a prince, except not a real prince, just someone who can fix my washing machine.  it is a samsung and the directions are in terrible english, so maybe it should be a japanese prince.

yes.  that would be all right.