Heart Attack Diary: #6

*settles down for a quiet evening*

 

  • A large pyrex baking dish is dropped on the stone tile kitchen floor. The noise of impact was heard in three counties
  • 7yo projectile vomits an impressive amount of liquid around the lounge
  • The (hellishly loud) garage burglar alarm goes off. I run through the house and open the garage door to find one of the #RescueKitties sitting between the ZX10 and the 250N, looking very puzzled

All of these things in the space of 20 minutes.

Look.

I’ll say this just the once.

I’VE HAD A FUCKING HEART ATTACK, YEAH?

I’M SUPPOSED TO BE HAVING A SHEDLOAD OF PIECE AND QUIET.

CAN WE PLEASE RETURN TO PEACE, QUIET, AND A STRESS-FREE EXISTENCE?

Thank you.

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One Response to Heart Attack Diary: #6

  1. Her indoors says:

    What numpty locked the kitty in the garage?