I'm in the office, going through my files on the computer looking for a template for Christmas cards that I can modify to incorporate something from the Disney.
The printers are covered in dust covers and towels to keep them clean and cat hair free. I notice on the Epson R1900, that the towel has some dried cat puke on it, actually a dried furball.
I took it out of the office onto the patio and shook it off over the lawn. One of those snap shakes.
The dried puke/furball flew up instead of down and nailed me on my right cheek. Son of a bitch, that hurts. I sure didn't see that coming. I think I'll have a welt.
Everytime I touch it and mention how it feels, Brian laughs. Yeah, okay, if the shoe was on the other foot, I'd be laughing, too.