MOAB

The kid is acting like a teenager because I moved his crap and because I asked him to do something. He went back to bed. Good for him! lol

While doing something in our bedroom I left the door open and the damned cat ran underneath the bed. Now this is the feline that has bladder issues. Her bladder can’t get enough of pissing on my bed so I had to get her out of there. I tried everything and was about to give up then I remembered an old trick we used to use. A spray bottle with a very weak solution of vinegar. Sporting an evil grin I went back in the bedroom and got down on my old tired knees to look under the bed. There she was wearing her silly cat grin as if she’d beaten me.

I tried negotiation first. I told her to get the hell out because I was about to unleash chemical weapons. She refused to give. I sprayed her. She ran howling from the room. Now she’s pissed at me too.

I don’t bloody well care. I’ve been working my ass off since 6:30 to clean up this hell hole.

They can all kiss my lilly white ass! *evil laugh*

He’s very anal about his playdoh.. budding artiste that he is. He had two baskets with playdoh in them and I picked them up and took them into his room. Tough. I’m tired of tripping over shit. Richard will be pleased if he can see straight by the time he gets home. He had to work from midnight til noon today because someone had to go to a funeral.

I’ve dusted and vacuumed and only have a couple more things to do. Clean that counter off. He dumps his stuff out of his pockets on it and then complains because he can’t find anything. Duh. Then I have to do something about that ratty kitchen. I’m exagerating. It’s not THAT bad.

It is nice to see the floor without the tiny bits of dried playdoh all over. Damn that shit hurts when you step on it!

Sometime this week, lord willing and the creek don’t rise, I’m going to shampoo the carpet in here. It needs it and it’s hot enough now it shouldn’t take too long to dry.

Off to do the drudge work then later maybe I can play. lol