We have finally figured out the smell in Lion’s office. Cat pee. Well, dog pee, but it’s very similar to cat pee. If it had smelled like that all along, I would have known exactly what it was. Now I can’t smell anything but cat pee.

Lion decided we needed Stanley Steemer to clean the rug. We have a giant carpet cleaner in the pantry. It’s buried under things but I could have uncovered it. He insists the smell goes under the furniture. Perhaps under his desk, but I can’t see it being under the printer cabinet. The dog would have had to aim into a three inch gap. Anyway, as I’m getting dinner ready and cleaning up another mess, he was yelling at me from the bedroom asking about Stanley Steemer. I’m yelling back that he needs to give me a minute. He couldn’t hear me because the damn TV has to be on at 900 decibels all the time. When I was finally able to get to him, I didn’t care if Stanley Steamer cleaned the shingles on the roof. Then he complained about the cost. Excuse me? There’s a perfectly good carpet cleaner in the pantry. Free. Already paid for. All it would take is a few minutes to uncover. Oh well.

The bigger problem is that he yells from another room and can’t hear my response because the TV is always on and usually loud. Why do men do that? My ex would yell from another room and I’d have to go see what he wanted. If I yelled from another room, I’d have to go tell him what I wanted. Lion does the same thing. Why can’t they move to where I am? Obviously I’m better at finding them than they are at finding me. ]Lion — I have trouble getting around.]

I tried to explain why I was upset at him for not hearing me and he wondered why I was yelling. He’d done nothing wrong. He was innocent. Ha! Turn the TV down. Get up and find me. If I wasn’t going to him, it probably meant I was in the middle of something (which is what I was yelling to him but he couldn’t hear).

So now I’ve cleared out his office for the Stanley Steemer guy who was supposed to be here between 12-6 or 2-6, but called a little while ago to say he’d be here in a half hour. Frenzied clearing and over a half hour later and no sign of him yet. I wanted to go to Costco to get things we either forgot last time or have run out of since. I’m not sure we’ll make it this weekend. Lion needs to be waxed. That won’t happen today. I don’t know what other curve balls will be thrown at us, but something else is sure to happen. That’s just the way things have been going lately.

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  1. Sounds like an opportunity for a new rule, or several: Maybe: (1) He’s responsible for turning the TV down to a predetermined acceptable level if either of you is speaking. (2) He must be in the same room as you to speak to you (life-threatening emergencies excepted).

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