#100BM Day 79
I’m a few minutes late on this entry, but it’s still the 26th somewhere, and Hamish peed in my bed, so I am in the middle of doing emergency laundry. DOES LIFE GET ANY MORE GLAMOROUS?
In a way, it’s my fault; I carried him upstairs knowing full well that the litterbox was two floors away and the old dude is sick and extremely slow-moving right now.
But still. My bed? Son of a bitch.