This morning as I was getting ready for work, I was trying to make a basic life decision: I need to do laundry & I need to go to the gym tonight. Logistically, I can’t do both tonight (thanks in part to a laundry “room” with only one washer & dryer for 8 apartments).
So, I’m drying my hair and thinking “laundry? gym? laundry? gym?”
I walk into my bedroom and Ziggy the Wondercat has vomited ALL OVER MY BED.
In the time it took me to find the paper towels (because of course I used the last one on the roll last night) to wipe up the worst of it, it soaked through the quilt to my blanket.
Laundry it is. Thanks, Ziggy.