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Whoof. (random entry)

Said DH yesterday at dinner while wearing a burgundy sweatshirt splotched randomly with many small patches of baby spit-up, "I look like I've been standing under a nest of condors."

Things I have cleaned out of our carpeting in the 5 yrs we have lived here:
dog poop
dog pee
dog vomit
cat vomit
red wine
coffee
tea
fruit juice
mud
blood
And the latest addition to the list - blue crayon.
Washable crayons are a blessing and a curse (are you listening, Crayola?). It's great that they can be washed away (out of carpeting, clothing, furniture, walls, doors. . .) but they are softer than standard crayons, which I suspect is why I found myself scrubbing them out of the carpet last night.

After scrubbing the carpet, Claire kindly allowed me to finished knitting my to-be-felted bag. I'm eager to see how it felts, but not so eager that I'm felting it tonight.

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mud blood?

Yes, Steve, Hermione was in my carpet.
If you must know, mud tracked in on shoes, and blood from the time I nipped Zoe's nail too short.

Darn. I hate when fictional characters get stuck in my carpet. It's so embarassing when company's over!

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