Sometimes, it feels like my life is one big Whack-A-Mole game. As soon as one problem is beat back, another pops up.
For example, the malware mole was that popped up on my computer last week was soundly hit with the mallet this weekend. Corey helped me wipe my hard drive and reinstall Windows, so now my laptop has that fresh, new computer smell about it. (And I plan to come back later today and post a Easter recap; I'm determined to share that iMix with you even if Easter Sunday is over already.)
But then, this morning as I was getting dressed, I heard Teyla smacking her lips on the stairs.
*Pop*
I found this:
Yep. That's toothpaste. The good news? Our stairwell will be minty fresh for some time to come.
The bad news? I have no idea how I'm going to get that much blue goo out of beige pile.
(But it's better than vomit, so I'm not going to complain.)
Since I have no battle plan (and Google doesn't have many answers for me), I decided it might be more productive to just take macro pictures of the disaster.
I love how you can see one of the mini breath strips in the carpet in this shot.
Wow. Those fibers are blue.
Anyone have a big mallet I could borrow? I promise I'll use it only on future moles and not on my head.
I think.
