So this week Victor fucked up our good document of no covid in the home as a result of I assume he simply likes to be opposite. Fortunately he’s simply feeling like he has a nasty flu (thank God for vaccines and boosters as a result of I can’t think about how unhealthy he could be feeling with out them) however he’s been banished to the bed room, so the entire remainder of the home belongs to me, Hailey and the furries, which was kind of good for just a few days as a result of I may flip the whole front room into an arts and crafts studio whereas I transformed my haunted dollhouse and nobody yelled at me for gluing miniature wallpaper to the the espresso desk and presumably a cat. Additionally, I binge watched each horror collection I may discover whereas making dozens of miniature books which I then unintentionally dropped right into a black gap in my sofa and have been pulling out with chopsticks prefer it’s my very personal claw-machine. In all, a really productive week.
However at this time felt significantly lonely so Victor and watched Boba Fett collectively however in numerous rooms and texted about (I’M NOT INCLUDING SPOILERS HERE SO YOU’RE WELCOME) and it was each good and really, very bizarre and I’m actually prepared for covid to go away.
My service announcement to you: Please get your photographs should you haven’t already and may. Additionally, don’t stroll away out of your sticky wallpaper when you’re ready for it to get cheesy as a result of you’ll 100% have a cat stroll by way of it after which go away gluey paw prints in all places and when you’re cleansing that up one other cat will simply fucking FLOP onto the wallpaper and also you’ll should peel it off him and provides the cat a shower within the sink whereas assuring your husband that the hissing and deep, mournful meowls he’s listening to are simply the sound of the cats lacking him dearly.