Oh, Bother

Oh, to be Pooh... to hide my head in a pot of honey, rather than deal with the impending destruction of my glorious bamboo flooring, courtesy of the Mold Detectives, arriving shortly. What's that? Didn't we deal with this exact eff'n situation a year-and-a-half ago? Why yes, indeed, we did. Good memory, you. Only now, it's much worse. As ye olde Alfred Lord Tennyson said, "Ours not to reason why, ours but to do and kvetch." Let's face it. The universe has a sick, not to mention cruel, sense of humor. To throw the SJG household into upheaval just days before my London departure? That's just wrong. Thus ends my Thursday morning blog. I must find a nice ceramic container that fits my overwhelmed keppy.