the basement is dry.
my pre-worded speech didn't get said, because when he walked in the door all i could say was, "so...wanna see the basement?"
and he looked at my face and read my mind like he always does and calmly asked, "were you doing laundry today?"
and i nodded and he hugged me and trekked downstairs to clean up the rest of the soggy mess i'd made. i don't think he was thrilled about my basement waterpark, as it was exceedingly generous on the "water" side and seriously lacking on the "park" bit, but he's one of those too-good-to-be-true guys who just love and love and love you even when you mess up largely and on a regular basis. he got soggy toes for me.
[he's also one of those guys who gets the man-giggles anytime someone says the word "fluff". you want to make him laugh? read him the instructions on a box of brown minute rice.]