This weekend, I was so busy
- washing my laundry/dog
that I totally neglected to do basic things like:
- getting groceries
- replenishing my rum supply
- calling my parents.
There’s nothing in my house, and I’m a disappointment — but at least things smell good again (there’s a post about that forthcoming, sort of).
Here are a few of my weekend labors:
And we can’t forget:
If he were a human child, there would have been some slammed doors and sulky silence yesterday. If he had the choice to skip bathing, he would opt to smell like his own anus forever. (Don’t blame me. I’m just stating the truth.) Now he smells like a fluffy daisy, whatever that means.