We have an electrical inspection on Monday, which means we have to do a deep clean of the kitchen. Which means we don’t get to go and play D&D tomorrow.
*sigh*
And we can’t play the next two weekends either. It’s not fair!
Mind you, I need to do a big cleaning in our kitchen while the Mousling’s napping tomorrow. There are lifeforms evolving in the dirty dish pile…
And now I have to go. We’re temporarily rich, so we’re going to go out to China Buffet for dinner. And my phone has disappeared, which stinks because I just bought new minutes for it so I could reactivate it. I’m debating whether or not I want to buy a new one, or just continue tearing apart the house to find mine. I think that a certain someone may have decided that he wanted it/needed it more than me and helped it walk out of the house.
It’s not fair!
We’ve found an exciting seam of defrosted blackcurrant juice down the side of the washing machine…
Huzzah?
Pretend it’s a dangerous dungeon dweller?
“Hark! A Blackcurrant Ooze! Fetch hither my Spraybottle of Cleansing, that I may destroy it!”
Doesn’t she have to roll the dice for self-injury or something?
“Oooo, a one! You spray yourself in the face with the Holy Cleansing Elixir of Squeaky Cleanliness, and then somehow get tangled up in your aventail. And then catch fire.”
And now I have to go. We’re temporarily rich, so we’re going to go out to China Buffet for dinner. And my phone has disappeared, which stinks because I just bought new minutes for it so I could reactivate it. I’m debating whether or not I want to buy a new one, or just continue tearing apart the house to find mine. I think that a certain someone may have decided that he wanted it/needed it more than me and helped it walk out of the house.
Wouldn’t have worked, Shar. It’s been off for about 2 months—out of airtime. Turns out it was where I thought it was, though apparently it was picked up by mistake. I’ve got it back now, and have tried adding the new airtime to it, but I keep getting a “system not available” message.
“Hark! A Blackcurrant Ooze! Fetch hither my Spraybottle of Cleansing, that I may destroy it!”
Doesn’t she have to roll the dice for self-injury or something?
“Oooo, a one! You spray yourself in the face with the Holy Cleansing Elixir of Squeaky Cleanliness, and then somehow get tangled up in your aventail. And then catch fire.”
Brilliant, more cleaning - I just spat tea from laughing. Thanks, loves.
Well, I think I’ve run out of procrastination. *sigh*
Off to the cleansing I go!
This morning’s task is to clear out the pantry (shelving unit thing in the kitchen). I’m fairly sure there are spiders living on the bottom shelf. Hooray.
