I am just going to share the last 24 hours of my life with you.
I'm not going to hold much back.
Two weeks ago, I asked the gardener to "clean up the ledge." He said he would work on the hill. Great. I have a lot of dead-ness going on due to the heat.
Seems they left that in all it's dead glory.
But took the salvia that looked like this:
At least he left one of the Salvia plants. Maybe he is planning to kill the second one next week.
Well. Then I noticed the pool filter had not shut off. When I went to check it, it WAS off, technically. Just still running. ??????
Fast forward to today.
I came home to this mess:
SOMEone forgot to latch the cupboard before t(he)y left this morning.
And Party Girl had a blast.
Oh, sure. She looks innocent enough. But it was the dish washer soap that gave it away. She really has an affinity for it.
And, apparently, for foil that had meatballs cooked on it.
There is a lot of foil missing.
But the day isn't finished yet.
You think I'll find foil later?
Ah, well, I thought. I'll just go use the bathroom before I clean this up.
(I told you I would tell you everything.)
It would have been nice to be able to walk down the hall to the bathroom, but the laundry fairy apparently forgot to come while I was gone.
Of course, no toilet paper. But wait!! There is some in the cupboard.
But guess what? There is a leak under the sink. In the cupboard. Where the extra toilet paper is.
I thought my sweet husband had turned off the hot water that had been leaking.
This quote came to mind for the day, from Anne Lamott.
"I thought such awful thoughts that I cannot even say them out loud because they would make Jesus want to drink gin straight out of the cat dish."