Today’s blog has been significantly reduced to the following due to Gatsby, our new kitten, launching my full glass of red wine across our beige living room floor:
Had a nice day. Rehearsal went well. Tiny sweet potato pie so good. AHHHHHH!!!!! No carpet cleaner. No time to get in some work. Scrubbing carpet. Leg sore from bending. Club soda doesn’t work! Too many spots for the “salt trick.” Why the f*** don’t we have carpet cleaner?! My cat smells like a wino. Ugh.