Steamed

Well, I steam cleaned the carpets, just in case Petie's aim was off. I washed every blanket we own, because he could find that just right. I calmed down enough, not to wind the Sunday World Herald rubber band around Petie's unit. and yes I know it's not Sunday...but we still have the paper laying there, looking all yellow and unread. Petie slept in the kennel and appears to be crabby toward me. I care deeply, believe me. I keep repeating, August 16, August 16, August 16 and it's beging to become my mantra. Almost got a Redrum Redrum beat to it. Well, I must go as I'm late.