She be, that flea, that flea is with me
She be, that flea, that flea's with my cat
And wherever that dratted cat did sat...
Sigh. The war on fleas is on. Advantix is winning, it seems, over Frontline or Pick 'n Pay brands. Doom for the laundry. Eucalyptus oil for Luke and Jessica. Boiling bed sheets. Vacuuming lots and a mothball inside the vacuum cleaner (which make it smell like something really old, if you know what I mean?). Personally drowning my personal fleas in Sunlight dishwashing soap does it for me, averaging 5 fleas a night. Ah hem. Any solutions out there?
Despite the personal flea circus, which is somewhat diminishing, and the child circus (which is not!), it's been a weekend, Rather hot, lots of splashing, some church, good friends, lemon meringue pie, some home stuff, romantic valentine's dinner after we had to explain to both our children - in turns - that candles were romantic for two, not three or four :)
Nighty night, here comes birthday week and a half all in one! The Lukester has his count down callerpittar up and is earnestly crossing off days and nights... Five on Thursday!
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