I took the oven racks out of the oven and fired the self cleaning cycle for the used oven. now the slide out shelf wont reassemble…infernal contraption.
I went to unload the dishwasher it was not ran, weird I could have sworn it had had been.
I am two days nearly with momma dog separated from the puppies and on litghter rations nearly zero water – to kick her out of milk productions – there was only one significant whine about PUPPIES! mmmf mmf.
I had the visiting riffraff pack of doubled trouble two dogs, I saw one clearly enough to be an all well mostly black collie type but the nose was flatter so mutt and I didn’t get a good look at the second but it had a bufhy tail. hostess was on phone when they arrived so she called after that the dispatcher gave me enough stink that I said ” call me if you’re NOT coming! needless to say that was a one-thirty bed to six thirty rise.
I hope to clear the sink and vacuum tomorrow maybe tack a nail for the where’d the other one go? holding the curtain lace. this allows me to waltz to the closest six point seven miles away each way store. – remember hostess has a birthday one Monday but the when isn’t the point it’s the remember it without help point. if this goes to plan
Friday I get to dust perhaps spot shampoo light laundry heavied with my own needs of no me stinky. if this goes well
I hope to have a shot at a cupcake rum /raisin, with a back up dark rum and cokes availability. this means juice up and a something non alch for me and by gum, I believe that’s all I can carry! the house wont be in “order” but it again will be tidier just slightly that it was left me.
of course i’d like to oil the floors, soap wash the wood ceiling, power clean the living room mop the lounge, powerscrub the mudroom top to bottom attend the dusting and make my bed up hospital corners… but… I’m afraid I do not posess that energy or skill sets. I will be able to attend the worst of the pawprinted windows and vacuum and have the dishes emptied and put away and a nice space with all the dogs I was given alive to annoy a person.
to this end I haven’t killed the critrs, everyone is separated somewhere to their adult own ends/paws ran the dishwasher, have my bed stripped to wash the sheets with my robe and then the rest of my laundry which means much the pup room and walk the tootsie roll patrols, water the flowers tomorrow evening so they have survival til noon Saturday, then get a walk in…yes, real close to town ain’t it? but it wouldn’t feel like a bitrthday if I hamhanded a ride with the birthday soul for their gift./effort. bit bullshit that. so I suppose I’ll be a good housepet my own self
if I can at least figure out that blasted oven shelf!