Jan 20, 2014 17:29
So this was messy.
Cheryl had taken the TV out to get repaired, yay, but that didn't clean up the mounds of ice in her living room. Or the puddles that Babou was playing in now. (Which were...hopefully all just melted ice. Gross.)
"You'd think I'd have more of a headache after all that," she mused, surveying the wreckage. She still had no idea where Pam was, either. Oops.
[open, omg, for housemates and anyone else who might wander by.]