Bad Wine and Pumpkin Soup

Madame has left me alone for another week. She is vacationing in the South of France. ::sigh:: So my dinner options are limited as I don't know how to cook well. Plus you can never really tell how old something is in Madame's fridge. I found green bread the other day. I really don't want to know how long it has been in there. In true Madame fashion, she forgets about the food she has. Tonight's selection was pumpkin soup and red wine. I should have known not to drink wine that smelled exactly like rubbing alcohol. It burned going down. I just hope I don't get sick. The pumpkin soup was bought last week, therefore I have no doubts about its goodness.

It was a rather slow weekend. Slow is good sometimes. Despite my better judgment, I slept in Friday, Saturday, and Sunday. If I would get to bed before 2 AM, perhaps I would have a better chance at waking up. The most adventurous thing happened Friday morning. I awoke to Cat peeing on my bed. I don't know why he did it. Perhaps it was some sort of Feline revenge. I guess I'll never know. Anyway, it took me most of the morning and afternoon to clean everything up. If you're wondering why this is so, let me tell you a few things about French washers/dryers. They are TINY. When washing/drying the comforter, I would have stop the machine every 10 min. in order to turn the fabric so it would be evenly washed/dried. Another ::sigh::.