|It's funny now...
||[Oct. 17th, 2006|12:45 pm]
|||||Elvis Costello/Useless Beauty||]|
It was NOT last night.
Once again, beating near infinitesimal odds...
Stayed up too late, and before dragging my sorry ass up to bed, decide to re-fill the water bowl for the fur gang. 5 quarts in lovely shiny stainless steel bowl. As I turn to put the very full bowl back down on the ground, Spawn of Satan (aka Pushkin) decides to launch his kitty-football-self up onto the kitchen island, connecting with the bottom of the bowl in such a manner as to throw the entire contents of said 5 quart bowl straight up in the air, managing to douse me, the cat, the counters, the cabinets, the floor and a little old lady in Oklahoma.
Okay, I exaggerate. NOT the little old lady in Oklahoma. But everything else. And it was COLD water.
So, instead of trudging my sorry old ass upstairs, I'm now wiping down counters, cabinets, floor...
Which all would have been almost bearable if the little f-er didn't have to then reappear upstairs, attempt a similar feat of agility, knocking into my elbow as he leaped up onto the bathroom counter, thereby knocking my just-toothpaste-loaded toothbrush out of my hand and onto the floor, painting me, the counters, the...ah, but you know the rest.
If he wasn't so loveable, I'd have a new muff for Faire this weekend...