because a Reverend can't be wrong.
I just got up and started walking to the kitchen and actually said aloud, “I’m going to go make some cookies…,” and then turned around and said, “no I’m not. I don’t have any milk to drink with them.”
Two more piles of cat diarrhea cleaned up. Yay for Saturdays.
Only 5 more (that includes the new one left in an old spot) to go. Ugh.