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We can't eat at the kitchen table - it's filled with the guts from my husband's Thinkpad.
My son is throwing a fit because he's having issues with the current game on his computer. He's shouting about the server, and the gameworld he is in, and whatnot - it's just delightful.
Daughter, meanwhile, has begun to practice her flute in the bathroom. She said she couldn't practice in her room because of the sleeping kitten on her bed. Joy.
While cooking a fairly decent stroganoff I managed to drop and break my beautiful quart Pyrex measuring cup, scattering glass over every part of the kitchen. What --- am I supposed to vacuum now???
And now as I just tried to sweep the glass, the kitten (no longer asleep) spent the last ten minutes chasing the broom. I'm worried about the little shit getting herself cut, so of course I manage to step on a piece.
Glass removed, casserole stirred, vegetables nuking, I decided to sit here at my computer and feel sorry for myself.
I really hate Sundays.
My son is throwing a fit because he's having issues with the current game on his computer. He's shouting about the server, and the gameworld he is in, and whatnot - it's just delightful.
Daughter, meanwhile, has begun to practice her flute in the bathroom. She said she couldn't practice in her room because of the sleeping kitten on her bed. Joy.
While cooking a fairly decent stroganoff I managed to drop and break my beautiful quart Pyrex measuring cup, scattering glass over every part of the kitchen. What --- am I supposed to vacuum now???
And now as I just tried to sweep the glass, the kitten (no longer asleep) spent the last ten minutes chasing the broom. I'm worried about the little shit getting herself cut, so of course I manage to step on a piece.
Glass removed, casserole stirred, vegetables nuking, I decided to sit here at my computer and feel sorry for myself.
I really hate Sundays.