I was going to do another Play What I Wrote spiel (as I write this, I find it's closing), but I'm too lazy. Another day. ::sniff::

The kitchen floor flooded. It's the dishwasher's fault. Curs'd dishwasher. It won't drain. Guess who got to clean it up? No fun.

I did, however, take great pleasure at watching my dismayed cat do a spastic kitty folk dance as she tried to get her paws dry. I wish there were a human version of the spastic kitty folk dance. Maybe the Mash Potato. . .