Woke up around 4:00 AM to the sound of an animal puking. Kicked the dog off the bed before she got all of her mess on the covers. That's when I found the cold pee spot with my foot.
Stripped the bed,
set up the washer, and found another cold pee spot in the living room.
Threw some water and a towel on that, started the wash, and went back to
bed. 20 minutes later, I heard the sound of the sink running over.
Got that cleaned up and went back to bed. 8:30, I was up, steam
cleaning the carpet when I discover the cat has poop stuck on her tail.
Chased the cat around with scissors and the furminator and successfully
de-crapped a cat.
At 10:30, the laundry was done enough to put
the bed back together. (Minus the comforter hanging to dry over the
shower curtain rod.) That's when I found a hole in my set of new
Ok Universe. I see you've put alot of thought into this.
You may have precisely one Fuck of mine today. Just don't ruin your
September 7, 2015
Author's note: Thanks to my twitter friend @boddenbooks prodding me that I should be writing, this got a makeover yesterday. Thunderhead helped me with the editing, and I'm happier with how it flows. For you history/unsolved crimes fans, here's the updated DB Cooper story I've been working on.
December 14th, 1971, two figures are seated around a metal table in a small, neglected Seattle police precinct. The second coming of John Dillinger had recently taken a $200,000 swan dive out of a 727. Law enforcement is doing everything they could to find the culprit and any accomplices.
The windowless room, lit by a single buzzing fluorescent light, contained three men. The youngest has the look of a marine corps dropout, his blond hair cropped, his shirt pressed. He wears a permanent scowl that was more a scar than a mouth. His shoulders share, and pacing like a pit fighter waiting for the bell. His partner, Douglas Graham, sat facing the third man.