And now, the glamorous life of the Iceland wedding.
At 7:30 this morning, I awoke to a large quantity of cat vomit in front of our bedroom door. Ransacking the apartment, I came to realize that our usual twenty or so rolls of paper towels had somehow ticked down to zero. But I had to leave for work. And I had to clean up cat vomit. And so I did, with a spare envelope from Fairytale Affairs.
No, I know. Fabulous gays with their promiscuous lifestyles.
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