Aren’t you supposed to make the people who a Thanksgiving dinner that couldn’t be beat?
Opal, I am very sorry for your flooded basement.
Having been there/done that with my mom’s basement I feel for the frustration and embarrassment you are going through.
Isn’t everyone’s basement the place where all the crap of the house shift’s too to become the One Day I’ll Take Care Of It?
I doubt people would be that enthusiastic about my Fabulous Vegetarian Thanksgiving Dinner as most folks expect turkey 
Shirley: it wouldn’t be nearly as embarrassing if it weren’t for the extremely naughty cats who really need to wear kitty diapers and/or be stapled shut.
Luckily, we won’t need to provide our own rakes and shovels and other implements of destruction. 
naughty kitties, eh? :eek:
in that case, maybe i’ll bring my knee-high rubber riding boots.
I have a pair of those… but I use them for a different sort of riding…
Heh. You won’t need boots, just the gloves
No need to feel embarassed, OC. Floods have long been God’s way of making us get rid of the detritus that accumulates. Having crappy old stuff you meant to throw out just means that you have survived a while living a lower to middleclass existence. Rich people have floods, too, but they have people to notice them for them.
My problem is that I sleep amongst that crap. I really should clean it up just so I don’t get hurt walking in the dark.
yeah but does your crap have literal crap hiding in it? ^o^
I’ll bring the staple gun, and I’ll be there tomorrow morning. Just email me directions, wouldya?
Actual crap. Hmm…
Might need those boots after all!
Honest answer or one that makes me look good?
My current dogs are fairly reliable but the one I put down last year would crap indoors out of spite. I still find surprises.
Sorry that my location won’t allow me to help beyond passing along my hopes that your better crap isn’t wrecked.
Any crap found in my basement would probably be in the form of fossilized nuggets, fortunately.
:: quietly packs the Crap-B-Gone ::
:: holds up a nugget ::
Yessir, this here crap is from the Politico Era, when wild packs of wide-ranging senators roamed the lands. Candidates of the Serengeti, we called 'em… Yessir…
Hey Opal, sounds like you could use some hands…barring required attendance at Saturday morning events (still up in the air) I could wend my way Centrevillewards if ya keep talkin’ beer and pizza to me!
Hey panache, could you make it today (anytime, day or night?)
If panache is coming, I want to make something perfectly clear:
NO RAT SCREWING.
Tsk tsk, rushing to judgement Gingy, I would NEVER screw Opal’s rats without her consent…(er, that sounds SO wrong, but there’s really nothing to be done about it now.) I wish I could be more helpful, but I’m at work (currently) and have meetin’s and whatnot scheduled pretty solidly until Sat. Will I still be remotely useful then?
…and don’t discount tasty veggie feasts…It might not be everybody’s bag, but I’m all over a ToFurky!!!
Well, we could save some crap for you …