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Over the weekend, I gave fight and eradicated the Evil DustBunny Overlords that had reigned over my house lo these many months. The kitchen was detoxed and mopped. The bathroom saw the same treatment, with a seperate foray into the realm of the shower for a deep clean. The entryway, livingroom, stairs, bedroom and guest bedroom were all vaccumed to within an inch of loosing their carpets. Baseboards were dusted. Windows were washed, inside and out. Laundry was washed, dried, IRONED and hung. The kitchen table was cleared (if even just momentarily.) Certain camping gear that won't come out until next year was cleaned and packed away in the crawlspace.
By the end, I was exhausted, but it felt awesome. Took myself around the corner to the Pub for a beer and some fish 'n chips. Came home and watched "Legion". They had me until Gabriel whipped out his Ronco OneTouch PowerMagic Blender Mace.
Sunday saw brunch with Little Brother, and a return to me baking. It's been about a year since I had time to bake, and it felt wonderful to be able to play in dough again. I think I let them over rise a little, but I'm not too worried. The cool, rainy weather was just right so that I felt I could turn on the oven and not cook us all out of the house.
The one glaring point of the weekend is that Mr. Dog is unwell. For some reason, his hot spot this time started in his groin, where I couldn't see it, and Blossomed up through his chest and into his face.
Such to the point where he was telling me in no uncertian terms to leave him the eff alone, with his pearly whites. He didn't even wake me up this morning, with his big wet nose in my ear, and I found him downstairs, still on his bed.
This afternoon will be filled with Vets, muzzles, clippers, possibly tranqualizers, and copious amounts of antibiotics.
This is my thrilled face. The icon repersents his thrilled face.
- K.
By the end, I was exhausted, but it felt awesome. Took myself around the corner to the Pub for a beer and some fish 'n chips. Came home and watched "Legion". They had me until Gabriel whipped out his Ronco OneTouch PowerMagic Blender Mace.
Sunday saw brunch with Little Brother, and a return to me baking. It's been about a year since I had time to bake, and it felt wonderful to be able to play in dough again. I think I let them over rise a little, but I'm not too worried. The cool, rainy weather was just right so that I felt I could turn on the oven and not cook us all out of the house.
The one glaring point of the weekend is that Mr. Dog is unwell. For some reason, his hot spot this time started in his groin, where I couldn't see it, and Blossomed up through his chest and into his face.
Such to the point where he was telling me in no uncertian terms to leave him the eff alone, with his pearly whites. He didn't even wake me up this morning, with his big wet nose in my ear, and I found him downstairs, still on his bed.
This afternoon will be filled with Vets, muzzles, clippers, possibly tranqualizers, and copious amounts of antibiotics.
This is my thrilled face. The icon repersents his thrilled face.
- K.
