We've had floods in this house, on average, about every seven years. But things are changing. This morning when I came out to the kitchen about 5:30, my son was already up. He told me that the washer had flooded the laundry room, half bath, and some of the family room carpet and he'd emptied the rag basket out to clean it up. He had to leave for class, and when our reconstruction agent arrived, she found that in fact there was a lot more water in the carpet in the family room, so we had to pull that up, cut out the soaked carpet mat, and start a fan going.
I think I'll go read my daughter's blog about the cuteness of her children, and eat a bacon, mushroom, and Swiss cheese sausage.