Other work and Rain

It's raining and the sound is lovely against the roof of the love nest, I almost forget the sound of rain and how peaceful it can be until I lay in my warm bed, underneath several lovely layers of blankets and cuddle up with my furry Artemesia and listen to just the sound of the rain.

The love nest makes me happy. It is a lovely room and I am grateful for it. If only the rest of the house fell in line. One does grow quite tired of pulling hair out of a drain that doesn't belong to them or to their sig. other or to even the roommate. I dislike the owner of the hair and I dislike her perpetual presence in my home. The slimy, clotted coils of her hair in my drain are only a reminder of her being. Drain-o is NOT enough to rid my of this. Neither is a hairpin poking around in the drain and apparently neither is a hair trap over the drain. Because you see, somehow it is not obvious to this shedding lady what the purpose of a hair trap is and so she simply removes the trap ( full of hair) and sets it on the side of the drain and then showers away letting new, copious amounts of her hateful hair fall down our drain.

Yes. I dislike this girl.

on the upside: