Update on Litter Disaster

I forgot to tell you!!! I left the mess there (it was in the basement, so it was easier to avoid), planning to "deal with it" later on. When Jeff got home, I told him all about it. I didn't ever mean to imply that I wanted him to clean it up. In fact, I kept telling him "I'll do that after supper..." or whatever. But he ran down there, saw it, and then managed to clean it all up AND bleach the floor. I have such a hero for husband, don't I?

Which reminds me of something...

There is a Metallica song called "The Call of Ktulu." I know of it because my darling husband (who used to be my darling boyfriend) introduced it to me when we were dating. It's actually not a bad song- just an instrumental- kinda cool. Anyway... once while I was listening to that song, I was (for some strange reason) imagining Jeff dressed as a super hero (he had on a t-shirt, shorts, and a cape), and he was flying around, saving the world (and me)... to the sound of the music!

Anyway- I guess he made that silly image somewhat of a reality when he saved my day from my litter box whoas. Thanks, Honey. I love you!