Some evenings, there's nothing you can do but mix a bourbon sour and paint a little wall green.
I did finally extend the 'grass' on my Imaginary Veranda, or as mcgillianaire called it, my "own patch of the Wimbledon Championships."
I bleached the duvet cover and pillowcases, because nativeinformant will be here in a few hours, and she's allergic to kitties. Um. I guess it doesn't change the fact the house is still filled with felines.