See Ya Next Year
- December 28, 2020
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I was notified that the plumber needed to come over and do some preventative maintenance. And he needed access to the water valve. Which is a royal PITA because it’s under the carpet that’s under my bed. Still, I’ve done this before.
Two nights before the appointment I chose to wash my kitchen floor. Because of course that’s what someone should do before men in snowy, dirty boots track through the length of my apartment.
And…the sponge mop broke in my hand. A new one will arrive next week and it had better have hidden gems or store magic spells for the price of a plain ole sponge on a stick with a wringer.
Maintenance is done. Have a good week, and for those who celebrate, a wonderful holiday.
Photo by Michal Matlon on Unsplash
Today, Frankie went to the vet for a long-overdue dental surgery. Explaining to him why he couldn’t have food or water this morning is its own special form of pet-hell.
The good news is that he didn’t need any teeth pulled (a surprise, to be honest). Now he’s home and hiding in the closet. I doubt I’ll see him before morning.