It's happened maybe once every 2-3 months, where we come home late in the evening and Chloe has pooped and then (this is what we're guessing) starts to flail and then ends up sprawled on the floor and can't get up and ends up lying in it. Generally she doesn't get as much stuck on her fur as she did tonight. The floor was icky, but I swear that if it weren't 1 a.m. I would have taken her in the driveway, hooked up the hose and given her a serious bath.
She's cleaned up, though I think she could still use a good scrubby bath, and the floor is clean. And I am eating peanut butter cookies and exchanging disgusted looks with Toke the cat. (Chloe is curled up on her bed, occasionally giving me a can-I-have-a-cookie? look. Kato is lying by the front door wondering where his male human is. Slinky the cat is stalking a helpless rubber band.)
I'm so sorry, Tep.
Getting a little literal there, universe. We get what you're saying, ok? Now back off.
have you got any Nature's Miracle at home?
I don't think we do, but we need to keep some on hand.
And bourbon. Don't forget that.
The peanut butter cookies are ameliorating the lack of bourbon.
They are the one glorious spot in gluten-free eating.
oh Steph what a rotten way to end a tough day.
Well, the peanut butter cookies ain't bad. And the ambien has kicked in, so I'm going to crawl into bed and pray that the dog is done with pooping for the night.
Thoughts for you and The Boy, Teppy. There's nothing I can add that hasn't been said here already, but I'm thinking of you.
UK Feminista conference yesterday was amazing. Day two today. I'm stretching myself beyond what my body can reasonably do, a bit. But I have a session to run! (I really, really hope someone comes to it.)
Any spare ~ma for The Girl's family would be very much appreciated. He caught an infection while on chemo and is in ICU.
Oh, gah, Seska. I'm sorry, and wishing a good outcome for him.
The good thing about ~ma is we don't ever run out. There's plenty for your Girl's father, for Steph's boy's mother, for sarameg's aunt, for anyone that needs it.
We were looking at the websites of inns in the area that offer package deals. The point being that they do everything, dinner, small cake, bottle of champagne, justice of the peace, etc, and we just have to show up.
My niece's mom did that last year when she married her dude. They could have a small number of people with them, so we were there, and it was pretty cool.
Chloe has pooped and then (this is what we're guessing) starts to flail and then ends up sprawled on the floor and can't get up and ends up lying in it. Generally she doesn't get as much stuck on her fur as she did tonight.
Well, we all mourn in our own way I guess...
