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Thursdaily with a very gross morning.

There were cat barfing sounds to get me out of bed. (WHY always on the rug?!)

I was still cleaning that up when Guppy woke up and began crying. "I'm poopy! My sleeper's wet!"

And yes, that required a load of laundry that included all of her bedding.

Then, my house smelled like various foul things, besides which I had gotten lazy the night before and not picked up all the toys. So, there was a flurry of cleaning, and taking the trash out and such, which may not seem like the greatest way to start a day, but the result is a house much improved for the effort; it smells good and is not a disaster, and I feel rather accomplished.

We went for a shorter walk yesterday evening (probably only half a mile), and it was warm enough that I let her wear her sun hat:

A few Patreon patron portraits to polish up today and scan, and I've got a programming thing for the Lilypad that has been put off too long. (Allowing artists to update their photos!) I'd also like to poke at some advertising for coloring books - I have a few local things to pursue, and I need to do some new postcards. Taxes are calling, too. I finished business taxes some time ago, but the rest of them need to be put together. Guppy is happily watching "Ariel" now, and then we'll go for a walk in the snow. Oh, and my NEW new phone is in, so I've got the fun and excitement of setting all that up.

New artwork at Torn World! http://www.tornworld.net/artpageview.php?id=492

Also, I officially hate dealing with shipping costs to Alaska...


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Mar. 26th, 2015 10:24 pm (UTC)
Whoa. That's some start to your day!!!!
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Mar. 27th, 2015 04:33 pm (UTC)
My all-time least favorite gross morning came when my son was about 15-16 months old (was preg with the daughter). We had had hotdogs and baked beans for supper and he woke up crying about 4am.

I went into his room to a crib FULL of vomited beans and dogs. And of course, he had rolled in it trying to get away from it and stand up.

OMG... the smell.

And the really funny thing (funny=strange, not funny=ha ha), DJ didn't eat hotdogs again until he was about five years old.. and he STILL doesn't like beans (he's 23 now). Even that young, he remembered.

hang in there... *Hugs*

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