Socar's Silly Photo Diary: Part Two of Six This is me again, clambering about on the countertops. With a few obvious exceptions (the ceiling, the bottom of the couch, the inside of the garbage disposal), my dirty little feet have touched every surface in this apartment. Where my feet haven't been, the rubbish has. Feet and rubbish. Feet and rubbish. Can't escape the feet and rubbish. I'm not footing all over the counters because I enjoy spreading dirt. I'm thirsty, is all, and the low-shelved cups are all in the dishwasher. In this picture, I'm breaking into my emergency glass reserve: second cabinet on the left, top shelf. Later on, I'll get that bottle of Vim--see it? Hiding behind my thigh? Yeah, that's the one. Later on, I'll get that, and wipe over everything my feet touched. I used to use Lysol for that sort of thing, but then Mother told me about Vim. Vim is better than Lysol. Vim is mildly abrasive, and has bleach in it. It gets stains out of linoleum. It gets mould out of grout. And if a plastic bag melts to your stove, and leaves a giant IGA logo across the surface, it gets that out, too. Useful stuff, Vim. Me, I'm not so useful. Purely decorative, sort of thing.

In chronological order, during the last two weeks, my: *Central air conditioning completely died during the hottest week on record (100+ degrees every day). The inside of my house, for 7 days, was a tropical 96 degrees with a breeze. *Plumbing backed up in the house *Dishwasher broke *Garbage disposal died *Car died *Car was fixed, at which point I promptly crashed into the back of some woman’s van (no, I was not taking pictures while driving) Thankfully, no one was hurt. *Discovered my cat is an insulin-dependent diabetic, and let me tell ya, giving a cat two shots a day is not-so-much fun. For her or me. :( And how was your week?