Momma just informed me there is no basement in my house.
Even worse – I have yet to see a puff ball anywhere. I’m officially convinced that all of my beloved puff balls were sold on the black market.
My life is over. I’m going to die – right after I finish taking a bath and investigating the empty boxes in the kitchen. As soon as I’m finished I will die. I can already see the light – oh wait – that’s the light in the bathroom. Guess I should investigate that too.