Imagine if you will a girl who has had A Very Rough Day. There was chaos and projects that fell down and went boom. All this girl wanted was a night of relaxation and Gossip Girl, because although the girl is 28, she fucking loves her some Chuck Bass.
The girl pours a glass of wine and draws a very hot bath, climbs in and begins to feel her shoulders come down from their current resting position up near her ears. A cat appears by the side of the bath, peering in. He seems confused by the human submerged in water. But! Oh! He's thirsty! Why not put his head in the tub and drink? And while he's at it, why not climb up on the side of the tub to get better leverage on that tricky water. I think you see where this is going.
My cat fell in. That seems to be the theme for the day, things fall down, go boom and then I get to clean up after it. I now have scratches in very odd and very uncomfortable places.
On the plus side, I got to watch Gossip Girl while dressing my wounds. Monday can suck it. Viva Chuck Bass! Viva Neosporin! Pass the wine, please.