Dirty, Wet, Stinky Socks

Today when we came home from MOPS and the park, I opened the front door and was almost overcome with the stench of something very closely resembling dirty, wet, stinky socks that you find a week late wrapped up in a plastic bag. Ugh. It was bad. I'm tired of our basement flooding. On the up side, you don't notice it anymore after about 5 minutes. The carpet, pad and furniture are almost all totally dry. The basement feels like a sauna between the heat put out by the three dehumidifiers, three high powered fans and the humidity of all that water down there. Brian is having a movie party down there for the youth on Saturday night. Wish him luck with that optimistic idea...no really, it should be ready...we hope.