i'm a sucker for the sound of waves. i really am. rushing water -- in waterfalls, at the ocean, on a river's edge -- LOVE that. i even have addie's noise machine set to "ocean" because it's so relaxing. (i'll post, on another day, about our oregon coast. one word: fabulous.)
anyone else find it ironic that a sound so beloved by me could cause paul's (and my) hearts to fill with dread? i say "dread," because it's that sound that we heard promptly upon our arrival home from our weeklong oregon coast vacation. porbably because the watery sounds were coming from inside our house. running down the stairs. dripping from the caved-in ceilings and engorged walls in our basement. squashing up with every footstep.
hey, we've been wanting new carpet downstairs anyway. now we'll get new carpets....everywhere. and new walls. and baseboards. and a dining room floor. and ceilings. and furniture. and shelving. amd lights. and bathroom fixtures. and and and...
makes you all want to rush over and buy our house now, doesn't it?