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...so I went to the toilet in the middle of posting this and heard an almighty CRASH from the kitchen. They always, unfailingly, wait till I'm immobilised with pants round ankles to pull this crap. When I got to the kitchen Cassie was sitting on the kitchen windowsill with a smug expression and the floor was ankle-deep in coffee grounds, dog combings and the nasty sludge that I pick out of the sink strainer. Cats suck.
Yes, I have to keep the kitchen garbage can on the windowsill, because otherwise Squishy McSpotted-Scavenger waits till I'm on the toilet, overturns it all over the floor and makes himself sick eating the contents. Dogs suck too.
The ideal solution would be to put the fucking thing into one of the kitchen cupboards, of course. But the dear lovely men who fitted the new kitchen cupboards put shelves in every single one, so none of the cupboards will hold anything taller than about ten inches, and my countertops are crowded with bottles of squash, cooking oil, fish sauce, plum sauce and soy sauce that I'd much rather be able to put away. Kitchen fitters suck.
Did I leave anyone out? Don't worry, I'm sure you suck too. ;)
...so I went to the toilet in the middle of posting this and heard an almighty CRASH from the kitchen. They always, unfailingly, wait till I'm immobilised with pants round ankles to pull this crap. When I got to the kitchen Cassie was sitting on the kitchen windowsill with a smug expression and the floor was ankle-deep in coffee grounds, dog combings and the nasty sludge that I pick out of the sink strainer. Cats suck.
Yes, I have to keep the kitchen garbage can on the windowsill, because otherwise Squishy McSpotted-Scavenger waits till I'm on the toilet, overturns it all over the floor and makes himself sick eating the contents. Dogs suck too.
The ideal solution would be to put the fucking thing into one of the kitchen cupboards, of course. But the dear lovely men who fitted the new kitchen cupboards put shelves in every single one, so none of the cupboards will hold anything taller than about ten inches, and my countertops are crowded with bottles of squash, cooking oil, fish sauce, plum sauce and soy sauce that I'd much rather be able to put away. Kitchen fitters suck.
Did I leave anyone out? Don't worry, I'm sure you suck too. ;)
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