Yeah - I know - whatever.
My vacation is soon.
Pray I live that long?
I took an anxiety induced notion to vacuum this weekend and boy, did I vacuum the shit out of this place. I was on a corgi fuzz eradication mission!
The short version of this story is that I decided that I had to move my (very heavy) bed and vacuum underneath it and the result is a clean room but I kinda, sorta threw my back out....
Not really, but it's sore.
And then Finn came in and threw up all over the floor.
I was standing there, momentarily happy with having put the bed back together, sweaty, tired....
And then corgi vomit.
And you know what? I just turned my face away and thought "I'm just gonna see how much of it he cleans up before I do anything about it." And then I tried not to think too hard about what that meant.
Let's just say I had less of a mess to clean up that way, shall we?
I've got court this week and I'm taking my latest book.
Thank you all for stopping by!
xoxo - Tonya
Image: Zinnia by Mag Moment.