Over the weekend I banished the cats from my bathroom and snaked the shower drain and these two acts have completely changed my life.
At first it seems logical to put a litterbox in the bathroom. After all, this is where going to the bathroom takes place. A small space, tile floor and the ability to keep everything contained provides a false sense of security. Because what really happens is the place where you desire to be your cleanest fast becomes the place where you step out of the shower onto a rogue turd. Trust me.
I don’t know why it took me so long but all signs of all cats are gone from my bathroom and it is now a sanctuary of soap for humans only. Other than that monumental development, this is what has been up…
I went to my first Crossfit class on Saturday, which was the opposite of easy.
That night I went to a prom-themed birthday party that started with dinner in a repurposed Long John Silvers and ended with a real crowning of the king and queen of the night. Way better than my real proms.
Earlier in the day we went to lunch with my brother and the Nugget who was in rare form.
She got me this Grumpy Cat I hate Mondays t-shirt for my birthday and I’m sure she totally picked it out herself.
That’s it from over here. I’ve also been training for my first triathlon and by “training” I mean I sometimes get in the pool and float around. I did buy some goggles though and actually put my face under so I’d say it’s going well. See you on the finish line? Mmmmeh.