When Rick first had his surgery and then was admitted into the hospital, I used the time to clean up our house. It had gotten quite, uh, messy. Well that's putting it mildly. Rick is a slob. There, I said it. And he thinks every free spot in the house is his. His desk. Yes, every empty spot on any surface becomes his desk. At anytime.
So, that said, I spent the first two days straightening up the house and clearing all of the clutter.
And then, around the tenth or twelfth day, I realized something.
Rick isn't the messy one...
Midnight is. Yeah, it's all Midnight. And I'm sure it's been her all along.
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