PMMJ (cheetahmaster) wrote,
PMMJ
cheetahmaster

a.r.g.h.

OK, so. This evening has been a bucket of excitement.

Got back from the matinee of Regent's play (whoo!) and gettting the house cleaned up for company tonight to catch up on TV shows. So, taking out the voluminous trash, I notice one of the cats has thrown up on the bed. Grr. OK, mentally add to the list.

Now, I knew the halogen light bulbs in the laundry room were out, and I need to change the cat litter in there as well. So, grab a stepstool to pull one of the bulbs, so tomorrow after dropping off tze bebe I can swing by Wal-Mart and pick up a replacement. Up stepstool, brushing away scary cobwebs with free hand while other hand holds flashlight. Trying to pull out the one bulb, the other bulb *drops,* misses me by inches, but *shatters* on the corner of the litterbox. Tiny razor-sharp needle fragments of glass *everywhere* in the unlit room.

Quick, angry trip to Wal-Mart, get the bulbs *right now* because the cats need to be able to walk in the room. Replace bulb (in the dark, obviously.) BEgin the exciting cleanup process of moving out shards of glass by hand, then by vacuum (have I mention we like never vacuum in there, because it's gross and scary? Yeah.) Then change out all the cat litter (thankfully, have just enough.) Get everything out to the curb, as trash day is tomorrow and that's how I got started on this process.

The good news is, I started the day with some nasty cat scratches on my finger. If I can stave off any infection from changing the cat litter with hands cut up from cats and glass shards, I will have the most hardcore immune system evar.*

Go upstairs, pull linens off the bed, haul them downstairs. Grab cellphone with my free hand, to call back friend (with whom I have been playing telephone tag for days.) Cell phone *slips* out of my grasp... and into the tupperware full of soapy water which I have been soaking. And now it won't turn on.**

* - I actually started getting sick last night, some sore throat, some stuffy nose. The good news there is, I get to take Robitussin Honey Cold. MmmmMmmm.

** - Long-time readers will know my cell phone has been dying for months. I was all excited because the new job would let me get a new one! But, yeah, looks like I get a waiting period with no cell phone for now.
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