I could talk about how I had to take the girls to two separate soccer practices at two separate fields, at the same time, and how Becca wouldn't peel herself away from me, and was in tears the whole time, so we left, then she wanted to go back and there wasn't enough time, and the world was a bitter, bitter place for her this evening.

*inhale deeply*

Or.....I could tell you about the horror we discovered lurking in our basement, it very well might be a gate to hell. The workers had to, uh, rearrange our junk stuff so they could work. So they moved the desk, the fridge, the boxes, the piles of junk stuff. At one time I had mentioned how it smelled like something died in our basement. Well, we are slowing putting stuff where it belongs since the basement is about 90% done. We have the couch and chairs down there. Steve and the guys wrestled the big projection TV downstairs. Steve's dad shows up tonight to help him put his desk together and rearrange our shit stuff. They went to move the refrigerator back where it belongs and opened it up.

Big, big mistake.

Apparently, there was still food inside.

Take a minute to take that in. It was unplugged for about two weeks or so. Enough time for the contents to become sentient, evolve, and become extinct from global warming. The smell wafted across the basement, up the stairs, and straight up my nostrils. I gagged and very nearly threw up. And the fridge is over 50 feet away from me. Steve instructed me to run to the store for bleach products. I was more than happy to get a lungful of fresh air, so I grabbed the keys and sprinted out the front door. With all the shit I bought at the store, I feel like I should be cleaning up after a murder. Bleach, vinegar, and baking soda, to be used in that order. Oh, and scrubber sponges and rubber gloves.

Just thinking about it makes me want to puke. Of course I took a picture for you. Whats a little dry heaving if it results in some excellent blog fodder.