Matthew as a youngster head to head with the doggie love of our life, Max, back in the good old days, now at the head of the cellar stairs with a plethora of vases and pots from Washington Park Florist below.
This is awesome in a funny way. We sent mutiple emails to various addresses for the Carnival of the Cats, our long-time weekly showplace for all things Tiny and Baby because of late our posts haven't been received there for some reason we can't fathom so far. Presumably as an unintended result, we got the following message from the totally awesome Pat Santy of Dr.Sanity:
Did you send me something that I didn't include? You sound upset . . . I looked through my email and didn't see a post from you for the Carnival, but I get so much email it is certainly possible that I missed it. If so, I humbly apologize.
Tuck continues vacuuming the flooded basement this afternoon. We pitched in for awhile, baling bucketful after bucketful, but soon tired and retired upstairs to the blog.
Dear Dr. Sanity: You are the light of our life. We'd love to be your patient but are still trying to be strong and keep up our end of things as your fellow freedom fighter. You are so beautiful to us. Her latest:
This woman is too good to be true.
Update: Meanwhile, Tuck has devised a poor-man's temporary sump pump, a siphon system with two hose sections (weighted down, left, by a container) going from the hole in the concrete where the water is entering the cellar across the floor and out the door (right) onto the driveway.