Aww. I'm not inclined to get inked, but as I've put away, washed, rearranged, watched the remaining 3 behaviors' subtly change in the post-MK era, I've found myself wanting the remains back more and more.
Grief is such a funny thing. I've been able to calmly take about just about all of it. Except the last few minutes. They were filled with certainty and it was good, but if I even start to go there, it's as bad as I was in the moment. But, god, made me love Mt Washington all the more. They were so awesome. (And after hearing my SIL's horrific experience around the same time with her cat, OMG, SO MUCH BETTER. My brother has sworn that when it's their dog's time, he's signing out the ketamine from the lab and doing it himself.)
Perkins!!! Congrats! May your roof not leak, the plumbing drain in the appropriate direction and you pet your walls with adoration for many years to come!
Perkins - Congratulations!!!
Whoo, homeowner! I'm coming to visit, so get the paint trays and ladder ready.
Congratulations, Perkins!
YAY! Perkins, that's awesome!
I'm back from Idaho. Damn, I'm tired.
Congrats Perkins!
Ah, does anything motivate household cleaning like the prospect of guests stopping by? When my cousin mentioned she hadn't ever seen my apartment the other day I told her now is the time, since it's in rare suitable-for-company shape. Then today I found out that her sisters (and maybe the two new babies) might stop by in the morning too, and since getting home I've been in a frenzy of cleaning.
So far tonight I've:
• super-glued the frame of the big print from my living room back into shape
• put up the clean dishes from my dishwasher
• cut up an old pair of jeans into cleaning rags
• scrubbed my kitchen and bathroom sinks and the surrounding countertops
• given the toilet a cursory cleaning
• washed my shower curtain
• scrubbed the microwave and the cabinets above it that had accumulated airborne grease from the stove
• put Christmas wrapping paper, bows, and cards back in the closet
• done 2 loads of laundry and rolled up clean towels for the bathroom
• sorted and trashed about 6 months' worth of junk mail
• thrown away a year's worth of accumulated catalogs and scrubbed the coffee table they were previously covering
• straightened up my desk and thrown away loose papers
• organized DVDs
• swapped out the plastic sheet my anemic snapdragons were perched on for a decorative ceramic bowl
• set up a little house-of-cards assemblage of various pretty greeting cards that had previously been piled up on my breakfast cart (not coincidentally hiding some cables and such on the bar in my kitchen)
• tidied up my drawing desk
If I start breaking out the steam vacuum to do my floors at 11:15 at night y'all will send an exorcist over to drive Monica Geller's spirit out of my body, right?
If I start breaking out the steam vacuum to do my floors at 11:15 at night y'all will send an exorcist over to drive Monica Geller's spirit out of my body, right?
Definitely. But only after you've classified your towels.
