and check out the inverted cat. She has been power-hogging my fav chair for days now and I've decided that I'm going to stop being so accommodating. There are an estimated ('cuz I'm not counting attic furniture) six beds, three sofas, and three other cushy chairs... oops... and an ottoman in this domicile for her royal fuzziness to lounge upon. So, listen up, Fancy Lucy Poofart LaSalle Snickers Becher... you'd better just haul your furry behind outta there if you see my caboose looming large on the horizon. I'm not kidding. Cute only mashes so far down, then I have to start hanging out at the grocery store for another free cat.
Lookie here... Bill fixed the washer. He had a difficult time finding the 'spare part' he needed to trip the loose switch, but in the end he stuck with the tried and true 'jam it and swear' technique which continues to have amazing results. It sure beats having to shell out for another new 'appliance' right now, what with the mower eating it's own belts and my (ick-ick-ick) oral surgery on (ugh, ack, arrgh) Monday. Okay, now I feel sick. I'm going to go knit, because Maddie's making dinner... it's out of a box. Tres chic, non?