What better gift could someone give than the gift of fleas? Thanks Dylan for making my every birthday wish come true. ) : We found out that he got fleas from a flea infested bunny in our yard...the groomer said it's uncharacteristically early for fleas. Thankfully we had a bath scheduled for Dylan today and found this out NOW instead of later.
We've stripped every bed in the house, have all clothes, couch covers, blankets, pillow cases, stuffed friends etc. in a pile in the front entry. Nothing like a mound of laundry and dry cleaning to kick off a birthday in style. Cleaning, cleaning, cleaning, laundry, laundry, laundry, and more laundry...that's what 35 means to me. Sigh. So much for a fabulous day. 
With the news comes the unexpected move over to Woolley's (as in Scot's parents house) for a day or two while the carpet cleaners come, and Scot bombs the house. We have never seen any sign of fleas in the house, but better safe than sorry. Dylan - we love you...regardless of how Scot feels about you today. ( ; Those wascally wabbits. Thanks to Dad W. for taking in a bunch of homeless family members & for hosting the cake cutting extravaganza. Mom W. lucked out in all this - she's out of town.
On a high note, Ethan got me a fabulous surprise for my birthday - a tropical Polly Pockets adventure boat...and the best news is that she can go in the bathtub. Bath toys aren't just for kids anymore. Maybe today isn't so bad afterall.
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Happy belated. Hey, coulda been lice. Coulda been washboards, lye soap or just a scrubbing rock. Okay. It just stinks. But 35 is a very, very good year. Enjoy it.
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