A Week in the Life: Furball Friday


I hired a cleaning lady when I admitted defeat in that I couldn’t work as much as I was/am working AND keep up with the level of fuzz and fur that was growing in my apartment.  I have a shag rug (that sheds profusely) and a puppy (who sheds significantly), and when their powers combined, I was emptying the Dyson twice during a single once-over of my apartment.  (My apartment is not that big.)

I found out on Thursday that my cleaning lady still does not know how to operate my vacuum.

If you know anything about me, you would probably know that it was a good thing Strand and I were already halfway through a bottle of white wine when this…this gremlin; this tribble; this…Godonlyknowswhat…reared its ugly head.

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