Flea Apocalypse 2011

Fleas.  We have fleas.   Fleas that bite our baby girl and make her break out in hives.  Fleas that are exiling Jane & I to South Florida to stay with my parents, while Amy de-fleas the house.  Fleas!  WE DON’T EVEN HAVE A DOG.

Normally, I try to roll with the punches.  But, seriously.  FLEAS.  

We have removed 90% of the furniture from the living room.  We have vacuumed.  We have treated the carpets with baking soda & salt… because we have a baby who can’t very well crawl around on Borax or fossilized bug parts.  I have washed countless loads of laundry.  I can barely walk in the kitchen, because all of our living room furniture is hanging out in there.  Did I mention the hives on the baby?  And the laundry?  And the not being able to really be in the house, but needing to get the house ready for the carpets to be cleaned, and trying to pack for an impromptu, flea-driven trip out of town, and…

Okay.  Everything will be okay.  Just as soon as these fleas, well… flee.  

Buh.

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