Not mine, someone signature on dA, but it's true!
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I just found out what the horrid smell in the kitchen is. I've checked the trash, the dishwasher, the empty juice-cartons, everything logical that could start smelling in the heat, with no luck.
Now I saw one of the cats had decided the corner was a nice place for a poop. Purrfect! It's mostly my own fault for locking them in at night, but I thought they would do their business outside before I closed the doors. Argh, just have to clean it up... Blah!
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That's the nice way of saying it literary is a pain in the arse. Oh, Rupert, let me massage your sore balls... Uh, what? I didn't say anything!
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