The Flood
The song Tiny Bubbles took on a whole new meaning the other day. I was putting away cleaning supplies in the closet outside the laundryroom and keeping an eye on the laundry in the washers. I had a plan to get all 12 loads done by early afternoon so I wanted to keep the laundry moving. I had just glanced at the machines and everything was o.k. I opened a closet door that blocked my view of the machines when … Continued