All the fucking carpet that can be cleaned has been. Thank you and amen. I need myself an Oompa Loompa. One of those little guys would have been very handy the last couple of days to tote dirty carpet water to the bathroom. I would name him Henry.
I think Sweety's dad will be here this weekend. I hope so. It seems like the last couple of times he's been here I was caught off guard and the house was a mess. At least he could see it clean.
I've decided Grey Goose vodka is Numero Uno.
Besides getting the floors clean the last couple of days, I've managed to exorcise all the chocolate Halloween candy from the house. Now I can start my diet in earnest. It was just too hard with all those cute Kit Kat bars screaming to be released from their plastic wrappers.
Tiny Dog has forsaken me. She used to rush to get in bed with me but since Stinky's gotten a new bed, she likes to lounge with her. Unloyal little shit.
I can hear a frozen bottle whispering to me from the freezer. It is time to drown my sorrow.