Reeeder! I have been walking in tall cotton this year! Things ARE GOING MY WAY and yes, I’m SHOUTY about it, because I have been working like h-e-double-toothpicks to manifest goodness into my world and it was finally time for my open vortex to receive.
I know that sounds super dirty, or else maybe it’s just dirty sounding to me. Either way. I have had a very open vortex, ready to receive. Bada Bing!
This evening I decided to receive some wine into my mouf, and Purry came up to investigate because her belief is, “What’s hers in mine,” and that is mostly true because she’s my beloved old girl and if she wants, then she should damn well have. Which is almost always anything I have with butter, cheese, an Arby’s roast beef sammy or a fresh glass of water.
She was disappointed in this glass of Malbec, and frankly so am I.
p.p.s.s. — worth noting: this 2nd photo has two round orbs in it! they were not in any of the photos before or after, so I don’t think it’s just a dirty camera. The spirits are around my spirits!
It’s Costco brand, and it was rather inexpensive so I bought TWO bottles because see opening statement about high cotton. I thought the saying might be “tall clover” and I think it can be both. So I’m in tall clover and high cotton, but this wine is drier / more tannin-y than I prefer and now what am I going to do with it other than drink it, I guess.
I’m not in such tall clover that I can afford to squander a perfectly okay bottle of vino. I’m not a Rockefeller.
Are you sitting there scrutinizing those photos, Reader, and wondering what the what that white patch is on my table?
Well, it’s just a big problem that I single-handedly created when I spilled a bottle of 100% acetone on the table and didn’t notice, and guess what happens to the finish on your wood table when that happens?? You don’t actually have to guess, you can see for yourself. I have big plans to paint this with some dark grey chalk paint, and then do a stencil on it and this happened a few months ago and I haven’t painted it yet, so it may turn into a Spring project. I can only do so much, Reader, sheesh, stop judging me! 90-Day Fiancé isn’t going to watch itself.
The table and the wine are not the reason I feel drunk with purchasing power. No, it’s much more basic than that.
We splurged a whole hunny on a new mattress topper and it is currently doing it’s expanding foam thingy and boy-o-boy am I excited at the cloud of softness that awaits me, I hope tonight.
We took our old one off the bed because someone not me or My Mister PEED ON THE BED ONCE AGAIN, and yes, I’m pointing the finger of blame at Purry, but see above, she’s old and gets away with all her bad behavior. She’s taught me unconditional love, that is her life lesson to me.
Anyway, while My Mister and I were doing an 11 p.m. bedding presto-chango, we were disheartened to see how yellowed our 10-or-more-years-old foam topper was looking and then I caught a whiff of pee and we just aren’t sleeping on even a whiff of pee. So it was gathered up and shoved in the garage until trash day, and then we slept on our Low Bed, because it lost 3-inches in height.
My Mister: “I feel like I’m sleeping on the floor.”
Trixie: “Ditto. I hate it. Maybe the pee smell wasn’t really there after all and we should put it back on the bed?”
My Mister: “We’re not sleeping in a pee bed.”
I think that’s a pretty fair benchmark.
So today, because I have the luxury this week of not being broke off my ass any longer, thanks New Job!, we splurged and bought the new mattress topper.
Cats are locked out of the room. At least for now.
It takes very little for us to feel like Rockefeller’s. Not sleeping in a pee bed is a pretty basic standard.
Life is good enough at Chez Bang Bang.
Wishing you the same, Reader!
**I want to acknowledge that I feel like I’ve got the world by the tail at the moment, despite the cat peeing on my bed. Attitude, Reader. It’s all about maintaining that positive attitude.