Well, wouldn't you know.
We have a "cave" (storage unit) in the 2nd basement, but we learned that there's not much you can store down there.
Dr. B is on a business trip to Nice (I've heard it's nice), and last night had to go down to get a small suitcase to pack.
We are lucky he did! We found our luggage (much of it brand-new HUGE suitcases purchased for the move at Boston Store in Madison) beginning to MOLD.
So, last night was spent scrubbing off the mold with hot water, soap and bleach, cleaning off all the suitcases with bleach water (just in case) and sniffing bleach fumes. Then ironing and packing the clothes he needs for three days into his Osprey bag (which involved some creative combinations--I still hold to the theory that Garanimals tags should be bought and applied to the clothing of the matchically-challenged.)
Yay. Like we have tons of room in this apartment to store large suitcases.
So he's off, and I'm a single dog-mom for a few days. We have plans for a big Thanksgiving dinner this weekend with the gang, so will be busy planning for that, as well as reading, ironing (still) and hopefully knitting. I now have done 2 inches without frogging the whole project, so I am pretty proud of that.
On Thursday, we are going to hear Louise Attaque at the Olympia. The drummer's mom is our landlady, and is getting us in to see them. She says they are "the best band in France!" It will be our first french rock concert, so it should be interesting.
Hmmm...come to think of it...in the above post there are two ideas for a new enterprise for me. Growing my very own cheese in the cave, and marketing "Garanimals" tags to sell so people can label the clothes of their matchically challenged friends/family members.
Hey, I'm gonna be a millionaire!