Striking up a bargain to ignore both nail holes and painting for the time being, Molly and I get on with our day. Look! Art on the walls! Something for an earthquake to shake loose. Yes, that’s what we need around here - a good earthquake. A real shaking so that my house makes perfect sense. I’ll blame it all on the earthquake. Oh my god! Look! The earthquake rattled all of the clothes right out of the dresser drawers and onto the floor! And who can believe it? Who would ever guess that an earthquake could generate so many dirty dishes? Not me.
In a perfect world, everything can either be classified as an insurance claim or a workable solution for world hunger. It’s either one or the other.
The cat, by the way, is much better at ignoring nail holes then me. But then, she’s also not bothered if her crap drops over the side of the litter box. I’d have a hard time with that one. Not that I use a litter box or anything. I’m just saying.
