Have you ever had to clean up a mess so vile that afterwards you wished you could burn all of your towels and start over? Well, that is the scenario that Clint and I were faced with the other day. I'll spare you the details and leave them to your imagination. The problem is, we can't afford to replace all of our towels just now, so I washed the same load of laundry 3 times in hot water on the longest cycle setting. I'm still wary of these towels and it makes we anxious to use them to dry off after my showers. It's safe to say that we are deeply traumatized. I'm going to need to buy more bleach.
After that, we needed to take a family mental health day, so we took our son to the mall to run around and explore. There is a cool little aquarium shop in there and he loved seeing all of the sharks and beautiful tropical fish. I was enjoying it too, but I kept overhearing snippets of borderline disturbing conversations about fish that had me questioning the sanity of these nerdy fish fanatics. One woman was talking to the snails as she tried to coax them onto a different rock. Another man was explaining to a boy that if you let a stingray nibble on your finger it feels a bit like a teething baby gumming you, except the gums are coarse, unlike a baby's. The boy then asked the man if he had ever been bitten by a bearded dragon and wondered if he could compare the feelings of these two finger nibblers. The man, regrettably, had not had this experience to compare it to. I also learned that they got in trouble with PETA for feeding live fish to the sharks, so they only do it after hours now. Weirdos, I tell you.
