When Ziggy opened the front door earlier both he and his girlfriend commented on the lovely smell in my house. It was Ziggy who had to open the front door as I was incapable of doing anything having walked too far, sent my pain levels through the roof and so having had a drink. Just the one. Some sort of shot that I dropped into my hot chocolate. It did dull the pain levels down a bit, but also rendered me floppily unable to stand up. I had to be half carried, half dragged across the road. The laughing didn't help. Actually the bong I'd had before I left the house to deal with the chocolate death walk probably didn't help so much either.
I fell asleep in front of the film we put on and so forgot to tell them that the source of the nice smell wasn't a scented candle, or any of the house plants. This time it was kitty #2 and the bathroom floor. I was late getting ready to see Red last night and went to clean my teeth. Starting as usual with a good shake to the mouthwash bottle, the kind you have to mix up. I can't open things easily so tend to leave everything part open after getting someone else to break the seal for me.
Cue one exploding bottle of mouthwash all over me, the bathroom and kitty#2. She was, not surprisingly, deeply unimpressed. The bottle top flew off so violently I eventually found it jammed behind one of the small pipes at the bottom of the toilet. It's now a slippery minty fresh ice rink in there. Sigh. And the cat still smells of icy fresh zabactyl. Whatever that is.