Life Update: my cat shit on my comforter and my washing machine nearly caught fire?

by - 10 September

Helloooo babes xoxox



I know. I know. It's been a while, and I'm sorry! But first of all, I would like to formally welcome ya'll to my new blog! I realize my blogging journey has had a couple of false starts, but the thing is, shortly after starting the last blog, I decided to detach from the Wix platform. So I had to pack my virtual bags and move back to Blogger, which was a bit of a process.

But I'm up and running now! And I don't plan on going anywhere for a while, so please take a seat. Get comfortable. Might I interest you in a nice tall glass of strawberry açai berry refresher with coconut milk? Preferably in the size "wine bottle"? #LOL #notevenkidding

Second of all, I really need to talk about this day I've just had, ok???? Because shit has hit the fan over here.

Or in this case, the fluffy white comforter.

But I'm getting ahead of myself...

For those of you who don't know this about me, I am a lash artist by profession and I have a small home-based spa. Which is super great...most of the time. But it has its down sides.

One of the many challenges I face is pets. I have two cats that I love very much, but it just also happens that one of them is a bit of an asshole... Okay, a lot of an asshole. And when he doesn't get his way (example: I keep him locked away so he doesn't disturb my clients) he will seek revenge in the most cruel and inconvenient of ways imaginable.

In this case, he decided to poop on the bed. Like, on MY side of the bed. And did I mention my comforter is (mostly) white and brand new????????

So, yeah. Like a said. ASS. HOLE.

(Seriously, they're not as dumb as they look.)

So, needless to say, I panicked and promptly proceeded to throwing the comforter into the tub and scrubbing the stains out ASAP with all the cleaning materials at my disposal. (Baking soda is a life saver!)

Which worked... sort of. Except I still wanted to give it a run through the wash with some bleach, just to be extra safe.

Turns out, my streak of bad luck was only beginning. Or so I would very soon find out. Because after loading the comforter into the washing machine, I had walked away for all of five minutes before I smelled something... suspicious.

Something that should not have been in my house.

Something that smelled alarmingly similar to smoke.

At first, I thought it must have been coming from outside. The windows were open, after all.

But then it dawned on me.

Oh my gawd, I thought, as I dashed across the house. No no no!

I threw the door to the basement open (key piece of information: laundry room is located in basement) and immediately heard the worst possible earsplitting squeals of my life. It sounded like pigs were being murdered down there. I stumbled down the stairs at top speed and burst into the laundry room, only to discover the washing machine spewing and smoking like a bull in a fit of rage.

My heart just dropped into my shoes.

Turns out, even though the comforter had fit, once it had filled with water it had become too heavy for the machine. This quickly became abundantly clear to me when I struggled to wriggle the now-soaking-wet comforter out of the washing machine. I swear, the thing had quadrupled in weight. I felt like I was wrestling with a giant, soggy sea monster.

Water went everywhere. Smoke filled the laundry room. I just prayed the machine wouldn't spontaneously combust.

Although, at this point, I wouldn't even have been surprised. Because my luck was clearly the worst.

Thankfully, though, the machine cooled down without incident, and I was able to get the comforter back into the tub where I squeezed the water from it as best as I could.

Except then I was immediately faced with a new problem.

What the hell was I supposed to do with this giant soggy thing now?????

Anyway, all in all, it was a pretty crazy afternoon. And for those of you who are curious: I ended up having to load the car up with towels so the seats wouldn't get soaked (they still kinda did) as I transported the wet beast to my in-laws. (They have super powered washing machines capable of handling monster comforters.) Then I hurried back in time for my next client.

Oh, also: the stains came out!

So that's good.

Now feel free to enjoy these beauty shots of my bedroom setup, brought to you by non-other than wonderful Ikea. #LOL

Until next time xooxox







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