The past week has been a fustercluck of bugs (Just you wait my pretties, do I have a post, WITH PICTURES, for you!), financial woes, (I know, get in line!), more bugs, missing Meg something fierce, and trying to wade my way through a ton of emails after last Tuesday's post, (has it REALLY BEEN THAT LONG SINCE I'VE POSTED?), that were a combination of thought provoking, angering, amusing and downright ridiculous!
Thank goodness for my husband, the kid, and the cats...I'd probably be drowning in a vat of Coca Cola and crushed ice (sheesh, as hellaciously hot as it is, that almost sounds pretty good!), if it weren't for them.
I was in the middle of doing load 9 of 27 (you think I'm joking? I only wish I was!), and about to toss a load of wet clothes into the dryer when I was stopped dead in my tracks by the sight that greeted me. All those wet clothes landed on the floor with a fwop!
"Geronimo! What the..."
"Geronimo!!! Get out of there, right now! Come on! GET OUT!"
You can tell how much good all my begging and pleading did. He tried to use the inside of the dryer as a hamster wheel!
Seeing as how my powers of purrrrsuation had no effect on him, I resorted to waving a piece of cheese in front of him...
He got as far as looking at the cheese seriously, meowed at me, as if to say, "Well woman, what are you waiting for? A CATastrophe? Give me the cheese!"
So I picked him up, and very sternly told him, "Now listen here furball, stay outta the damn dryer! You're DRY CLEAN ONLY!"
ETA...Hmmmm, I seem to be very fond of parenthesis lately.
