the rainstorm with Maine in its headlights has given us a week of weather so damp and thick that everything smells like a wet dog - the carpets, the furniture, the interior of the car. I would Febreeze the world if it wouldn't kill the fish, the frog, the tortoise ... yes, the tortoise who decided to hibernate when the sun was high and the yard full of greenery and has now decided to awaken and torture us all by slamming against the walls of his prison to be let out...he then lumbers through the house to slam against the glass doors facing the back yard...he so yearns to escape that I long to set him free, but my daughter insists that would be a very very bad thing as he would come to a very very bad end. Very quickly. If I were him, I would choose the one shining moment of escape but I don't get to call the tortoise shots around here.
Oh, yes. The dogs smell like wet dogs too.