*PLEASE FORGIVE MY DISHEVELED APPEARANCE* I believe, if I were to ever start a blog, this would be the title. It is so broad that it could easily be translated into so many scenarios. This came to me just moments ago as I discovered the source of the smell. Nubbins had *sh!tty britches* and, in the process of cleaning her up, we both managed to paint a trail all over the house. I stuck her in the tub and made her rethink her unconditional love for me. My hair clips failed through this exercise and were hanging by a thread from the top of my head with sprigs shooting out in all directions. I discovered a blob of the foul stuff on my pant leg under my foot. I had to run around, pant-less, through the house as I searched for more splotches. All sorts of drippings on the kitchen, hall, and living room floors have been discovered. Her favorite blanket in front of the window bears her mark. Fresh, pristine pieces of drywall- a dream, nay, a promise- now slathered with the swarthy expulsions of the angry felines bowel. *looks down* My shirt. Off to change for the second time. . . please forgive my disheveled appearance.
Posted on: Fri, 26 Dec 2014 21:19:41 +0000
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