Frog and Goat

I promised the better-half that I’d spend this afternoon after work cleaning the house and doing laundry if he went to the grocery store on the way home. I called him when I got home and told him I had already taken the sheets off the guest bed and would be throwing them in the wash toot-sweet.

Then, I had to put a bill in the bill place on my desk and, well, the internet siren called. Then the cat sat down by my feet and purred and looked incredibly cute. Now, I must drag out The Machine of Death and Misery and vacuum. He’ll be so disappointed that I’ve shattered our quiet time. Little does he realize that I must use The Machine of Death and Misery now because I got out of going to the grocery store this week.