...shut up and eat.
Menu du jour:
Orange Under Fridge
A day always starts after a shower, and it just goes from there, right?
I was getting ready for work. I let the foster kittens play while I'm getting ready for work. Since they'll be cooped up for most of the day. I heard a kitten screaming over the radio through the bathroom door. It usually means they've caught their nails on something or other such thing.
Well my little problem child, Vincent, got himself caught between the fridge and the cabinets. He was screaming bloody murder. Galaxie was there all concerned for him trying to get to him. Here I am in my underwear and a towel, with my brother-in-law in his work clothes. Me on the floor reaching for the little guy- him trying to tip the fridge up so he can get out.
Little orange shit scooted past the both of us like a little bat out of hell.
A ceramic teapot fell between the fridge and the wall, so it sits pulled away from the wall, for now, until we can get behind it. Hopefully tomorrow.
I have a lot of cleaning to do tomorrow. Having my mom over to do a run through of where things are and what I need her to do while I'm gone. I invited her for dinner- so we're going to have a roasted garlic night. Garlic, cheese, baguettes, probably some fruit. It makes for some fine fair.
So I've got to bust my ass tomorrow and Monday to make sure everything is ready to go, because I won't have time to prep before I leave for AZ on Thursday morning. Tuesday I have a car show after work and won't get home till late. I work late Wednesday, so I won't have a lot of time. I'll want to go to bed early so I can get up early to ready myself to leave.
Woohoo! I'm ready to escape!
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