When Ryan decided to repot some plants at stupid o’clock last night I thought he had sense enough to make sure there where no traces of mud left, knowing well what a mental breakdown I would have. But apparently not, I’ve woke up to mud on the side, in the sink and on the floor and I am not amused ? Lucky for him he’s still in bed so by the time he gets up the steam coming from my ears may just have calmed down..

Ugh, sometimes these small things that really aren’t that big a deal, really get on your nerves.

Well time to go and clean up the mess, and then the smell of cleaning chemicals might just make everything better.

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