Washing with wine

I just accidentally washed parts of the kitchen floor with white wine. I only thank my lucky stars that this is Austria and not Norway. There, this sort of thing is tantamount to treason and punishable with twenty years hard labour and one hundred lashes administered in a public square. There, alcohol must only be spilled through the mouth and nose after a detour via the stomach.

Pluto was very eager to help me mop up the spillage, though. I am now the happy owner of a partially cleaner kitchen floor and a drunk puppy.

Well. I guess that sums up my Monday.