It's official: The kitten's name is Peep.
Peep!
Today I spent two hours cleaning the bathroom. Two hours. And that was with an arsenal of heavy-duty corrosive cleaners. It was that dirty.
Dilute! Dilute! OK!
Soon I'll have to tackle the cabinet in there. I don't think of myself as someone who's all that into cosmetics, but I've accumulated two shelves of sticky, half-used, worthless crap, mostly from years of well-intentioned Christmas presents (no more Freesia-scented Bath and Body Works shower gel, ever again, please), bonus gifts from department stores, and ill-advised purchases (pearly neon pink lipstick: why?).
I feel kind of bad because I share this cabinet with two guys, and there's some boy stuff scattered throughout--razors and deodorant and Listerine--but overall it gives the impression that someone hurled an eighth-grade cheerleader's Kaboodle in there and ran away snickering. It's really disgusting. I'll fix it someday soon.
But not today. I feel accomplished enough. Other than the part of the floor that's stained a blotchy, hideous brown from the time our property manager hired some drifter to replace the toilet and the floor tile but the dude didn't seal the toilet right so it leaked for months before we figured out we had a pretty major problem in there but whatever, I made the bathroom sparkle.
After all that Dan came over to watch Wonder Boys.
Eric made Dan a personalized pizza, and boy, was he happy.
Happy Dan!