Just when I think I'm all caught up--or approaching that destination, anyway--on housework. I've even washed the stairs. I've gone through files of Ancient Important Things which are now Ancient Recyclable Things. Oh, the owner's manuals I've found! At last the fold-up instructions for that blasted children's play tent! I once again suppress the intense desire to hide about 1/3 of the toys strewn about the house. They...are...not...my...toys...must....resist.....
So I call my Dad to chat and I'm absent-mindedly (I am not sure that is a word, forgive me) fiddling with the requisite letters-on-the-fridge (you know, the alphabet letters and also numbers for Fiona to play with)...only to discover...to my horror...that some of them are covered on the sides (the wood part not covered with paint) with blue and white fuzzy mold. I know it's been humid here, but egads!!!
I wanted to toss them, but my dad convinced me to throw them into the dishwasher. We'll see if they survive.
You wouldn't think it would be that humid in Vermont, would you? Well, maybe you would because you know better. I've been here...seven?...years and it still surprises me.