He knows what he did.
I had to wash my quilt, Dollar's quilt, sheets and pillowcases. Sigh. All this on top of vacuuming the entire house before band members arrive (they spend the entire time in the basement and wouldn't see 90% of what I was vacuuming but I didn't do it over the weekend and I wanted to for my own peace of mind) and washing all the dishes. And I was trying to find a place to store the Instant Pot, so it's not taking up space on the counter all the time and I ended up pulling everything out of the bottom of the pantry closet (like you do, once you get going cleaning something) and... it was an ordeal.
But as I got into bed last night, into fresh warm sheets, under a clean, fluffy quilt, I looked over at Penny (sitting by my head, waiting for treats) and whispered, "I'm kind of glad Murderface puked. Everything is so nice and clean now. ... But he sure as shit isn't getting breakfast in bed anymore."
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