Wednesday evenings are typically feted with a small drink. This evening I shook myself a cosmopolitan.
Cosmos make my daily chore of cleaning the cat’s litter box slightly less disturbing. The box is kept in the laundry room.
Our elderly cat has been ill and sore from her arthritis, and has recently relieved herself just outside of the catbox opening. This evening she had walked into the laundry room and after some moments out again. This reminded me of the undone chore, and as I walked into the laundry room I remarked, Did she use the box?
My husband, sitting several feet away, replied, No, I did it.
I was doubled over with mirth, no doubt handicapped by the effects of the cosmo.
It seems the distance coupled with the ambient noise from the television made him believe I had asked, Do I need to clean the box?