NO REST FOR THE WEARY

SERIOUSLY? I was tired. A long day at the beach does that to you. Work doesn't even start tomorrow, yet I think I slept for 5 minutes. Or at least if felt that way. So, despite the fact that I was planning on waking up early to hit the gym and run to the supermarket, I was up well before the alarm clock and that really annoys me. I put both cats in the bathroom last night, the only other room with a door in my apartment. Sheba managed to toilet paper the bathroom with whatever was left on the roll. That was fun to clean up. Then, I am greeted by some odd items left on the counter by 'Dylan' (my husband loves Bob Dylan, so that is the fake name he chose). A can of Pledge (he does not dust wood---haha that sounded funny), chicken burgers from Trader Joes, chocolate chips and a cell phone charger. What the hell happened in here last night after I went to "sleep"?