The one where Flash tosses her cookies
Flash tossed her cookies on our couch this morning. You know how I figured it out? Because I sat in it for ~ 15 minutes before getting up and wondering why I was all wet. Two things I can't believe about this whole scenario: 1. that it happened period and 2. how lucky we are that we own a Little Green Steam Machine. I don't understand why animals have to throw up on wonderfully plush, fabric-y things like furniture and rugs and never on easy-to-clean hardwood floors. I can only imagine that anyone who reads this and then comes to visit will forever look warily at our couch with their nose wrinkled in distaste (although, I suppose the look of distaste could be a reaction to our fabric choice).
This past Saturday Dave and I drove to State College to peruse Target. We were officially in the market for an air conditioner for our bedroom, but you can't go to Target and come out with just one thing. It's impossible. In fact, we walked out with many things, none of which was an air conditioner. We ended up going to Lowe's for that. Anyway, since we were next to the greatest supermarket in the world, Wegmans, we decided to have lunch there. I got sushi and a soy sauce stain on my shirt, and Dave got a pasta dish that they cooked in front of him and which made him stink of garlic for the next two days. We were both very happy campers. It was extra-cathartic to get out of Lewisburg for the day. Dave drove me out of town a grumpy beast and drove me back into town a happy clam.