Mary Drops the Ball. Or Maybe the Sock.
In the summer, my fridge pees on the floor.
Why not? Everyone else around here has probably done it at least once. Well, everyone under three feet tall, which doesn't excuse the fridge.
Generally I take the proactive step of placing a cleaning rag on the floor in the usual spot before I go to bed at night. In the morning, the cloth reminds me not to step there, and has absorbed the puddle, which usually occurs overnight. No idea why.
(Yes, I could take the even more proactive step of having the fridge FIXED, or even of BUYING A NEW ONE!! I know that. But those would cost, like, MONEY, people. (Urgh. Had a house of teens here yesterday. Like, can you tell?) With kids dropping out of the daycare left, right, and centre and two spaces unfilled for September, I am not spending money unless it's essential. Despite its piddling propensities, the fridge keeps things cold just fine. Thus, money spent here is non-essential.)
Course, it's been dousing the floor annually for a couple of years now...
The fridge has once more baptized the floor, but this day I have forgotten the cloth. Of course, George steps in the puddle.
We take him to the front hall in which are nested their little storage bins, and pull him out a fresh pair of socks. Off with the wet, on with the dry. As I pull the second sock up, Darcy trots over, a trail of wet footprints behind him.
"Mary, I stepped in a puddle." Of course he did.
The boys, all three of them, were playing together in the kitchen. Darcy saw George step in the puddle. You'd think someone would have learned a lesson here. Vicarious learning, she ain't happening this morning. Of course, I've been doing this for years. You think I'd have seen this coming - learned my own lesson, in fact! But no. Two boys have wet socks.
It gets worse. Darcy is here with his wet socks, and -- I GET HIM DRY SOCKS! WHAT am I THINKING?
Peel off the wet socks, and find new socks for Darcy. Am just pulling on the second dry sock, when... you know this is coming, don't you?
Arthur appears, a trail of wet footprints behind him.