Houseworkout of the damn'd

[devilc]

Trying to find something to laugh about ...



At the moment I have a nasty case of bronchitis and instead of lungs, I have two wretched hives of scum and villainy in my chest. Any kind of exertion brings on a massive, wracking fit of coughing. (I am taking an expectorant to help me cough up all the scum and villainy, but in my case it has the side effect of being a super-duper laxative.)

One of the cats barfed most spectacularly (a 6 foot long trail) shortly before my husband had to leave for work, meaning, after the initial clean up, it was up to me to bust out the wet-vac and do the rest.

I can say that inbetween prepping and using the wet vac, massive coughing fits, and several sessions of sprinting to the toilet, I have had an utterly exhausting workout.

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[muck_a_luck]

OMG GHASTLY! Stupid cats. My cat wakes me up at night. In the past, to keep her from pounding on the bedroom door MORE, when she wakes me up I have put her in the main level bathroom. However, that is not OK because she was damaging the nice fixtures. So now (once I catch her) I take her all the way to the basement bathroom.

Then, at 1:30am or 2am or whatever horrible hour it is, I climb two flights of stairs to get back to bed.

I find the small wee hours to be an annoying time to be doing stairs.