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Sometime between Simon staying over and Otis's resulting medical issues, one or both of them peed on my couch and/or took a crap in the couch. It's the infamous five-dollar couch so it's not like it's worth the time and energy to get the smell of cat piss out of it, so my mom declared that my father and brother would take it out to the curb, we'd put a "large trash item" sticker on it (which she bought and which cost ten bucks), and off into the great beyond the couch would go.
I live on Main Street. I don't know why she even bothered with the sticker.
My dad and Bryan took the couch out shortly before I got home from work last night at 8 p.m. At precisely 9:30 p.m., as I curled up in bed with Otis, I heard a car pull up outside and went to take a peek. Sure enough, someone was taking the couch away for themselves.
What was funny was that the car could not have been much bigger than my mom's Mini Cooper and there had to be three or four people in there already. And yet somehow they managed to cram the damn thing in the back and drive off with it. I'm not sure why they didn't notice the cat piss smell, but then again it *was* sitting next to my garbage, so. *shrugs*
So just for kicks, I rearranged the living room again. I moved the laptop desk closer to the window, which should be nice once it starts getting warmer and I get to keep the window open more often.
Oh, and guess what I get to do tomorrow?
I GET TO WRITE, GODDAMN IT. \o/
Aside from Easter dinner, which we're having a day early since a lot of my family have other plans for Sunday, I have absolutely nothing to do this weekend than write. Well, AND throw together my persuasive speech, but I don't think that should take too long, all things considered.
Now if I could just manage to answer my goddamn emails without a cat emergency or a school freakout getting in my way. *headdesk*
I live on Main Street. I don't know why she even bothered with the sticker.
My dad and Bryan took the couch out shortly before I got home from work last night at 8 p.m. At precisely 9:30 p.m., as I curled up in bed with Otis, I heard a car pull up outside and went to take a peek. Sure enough, someone was taking the couch away for themselves.
What was funny was that the car could not have been much bigger than my mom's Mini Cooper and there had to be three or four people in there already. And yet somehow they managed to cram the damn thing in the back and drive off with it. I'm not sure why they didn't notice the cat piss smell, but then again it *was* sitting next to my garbage, so. *shrugs*
So just for kicks, I rearranged the living room again. I moved the laptop desk closer to the window, which should be nice once it starts getting warmer and I get to keep the window open more often.
Oh, and guess what I get to do tomorrow?
I GET TO WRITE, GODDAMN IT. \o/
Aside from Easter dinner, which we're having a day early since a lot of my family have other plans for Sunday, I have absolutely nothing to do this weekend than write. Well, AND throw together my persuasive speech, but I don't think that should take too long, all things considered.
Now if I could just manage to answer my goddamn emails without a cat emergency or a school freakout getting in my way. *headdesk*
