I have, so far, put together nine aprons today, hunched over on the big ottoman in front of the TV. Lou is sick, and pouty, so I escaped into a sea of pink cordouroy and linen covered in insects. My cat's pretty damned happy, since he has a bed of fabric to curl up on.
Great, my other Maine Coon, Fat 'Bastien, just barfed, on my rug, of course, but nowhere near the fabric, or I'd have to kill him. I'm still weighing the pros and cons of his death. He's not sick, he's just fat, and he inhales his food, so it comes back up. On my rug.
Without Lou here to be cranky, I should be able to put together quite a few more tomorrow. I just want to sleep for a few hours first. 'Night, all.
Great, my other Maine Coon, Fat 'Bastien, just barfed, on my rug, of course, but nowhere near the fabric, or I'd have to kill him. I'm still weighing the pros and cons of his death. He's not sick, he's just fat, and he inhales his food, so it comes back up. On my rug.
Without Lou here to be cranky, I should be able to put together quite a few more tomorrow. I just want to sleep for a few hours first. 'Night, all.
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