So, I'm stumped. We have our final assignment for my photography class. We have to create a story told through photographs. The key is, I have to be the star. Huh? Me? A story to tell. I don't have any stories to tell. I'm totally stumped. Part of the problem is that I want to be so incredibly creative that the little bit of creativity I have is sucked right out of me. Clueless.
Last night, we had trauma. Chris was at poker. I was at home scrapping and chatting with Ms. Lin over email. All was well with the world. Then, I noticed Mimi messing with the covers on the bed. She loves to lay on the bed when she's tired, so I went to fix them for her. And what do I find? Not one, but two pee spots on the bed. OMG! That dog is lucky she is otherwise so sweet and cute, because she almost went to another home. And I'm 100% not kiding. So, now, I'm pretty sure she wasn't messing with the sheets to try to lie down. Oh no, miss smarty-pants was trying to cover up what she'd done. I've seen her do that before. And, she knew it was bad. I could tell by her demeanor as soon as I found it. I didn't even yell, and she knew how much trouble she was in. And, if that wasn't enough, it got on the comforter, which someone who shall remain nameless has insisted go without it's duvet (still not sure why). So, I haul all of the sheets and the comforter down to the laundry and put the comforter in to wash. Yes, we have a king, but our washer can handle it - we've done it before. So in it goes, and a-spinning it starts, and off I go. After a while, I notice this horrible noise, and when I go to investigate, the washer is SMOKING and leaking water. I open it up to get it to stop and feathers go everywhere. I'm totally freaking out. We're going to Vegas in 3 weeks. All disposable income is to be spent on fun! Not a new washer. In case I haven't mentioned, I'm freaking out. I called Chris and told him he HAD to come home from poker (it was after midnight anway and he turns into a pumpkin at 10). He was totally cool about it and rushed home. He even called me on the way to reassure me that it would all be okay. He got home and checked it all out, and lo and behold! the washer is OK (we think). Apparently the comforter got stuck somehow (I'm thinking the zipper) and that's what was causing the smoking (there are burn marks on it), and the sticking is what caused the ripping. I don't care, I'm just happy we don't need a new washer. And, we had a couple of king blankets so we weren't even cold last night.