I have just taken a shower of such strength and velocity that it could have decontaminated me of radiation picked up since birth. Jupiter Jones, our precious little orange and white hellion of a white-mittened kitten, found something he thought made a fine toilet. BUT - I don't know how this thing got to where it was.
The black canopy that used to be in the bedroom (taken down because I want a white one and plan to use the black one in my office/closet/yoga room that I've yet to officially name) was in a plastic trash bag. Said bag had been secured, and the whole lot of it had been stashed out of the way in the storage room. I don't know how the canopy, in its secured bag, got on the floor in there. Didgeridoo Boy and I have both looked for things, but it's not even like Didge to leave something like that in the middle of the floor where it could be stepped on - or worse. Worse happened.
Jupiter Jones peed all over that bag, and then clawed it to bury what he had done. This made holes, allowing what he had done to seep all down into and through the canopy. Why I decided to wash it in the bathtub, I don't know. It can be done in a washing machine. It's hanging to dry now, free of the godawful smell that (here's what led to my Friday afternoon decontamination) - - got all over me. In my ticked off frenzy, I didn't think of that possibility. Excuse me while I go run around and roll in a bed of salt and potpourri (that seems less harsh than diving into a vat of bleach).
So - yeah. I'm finding that spelling-as-said thing REALLY ironic right now. Have some music, enjoy your weekend, and send me strong wishes that my nose forgets this freakin' horrible smell.
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