That’s just kicking the can down the road a bit. IME there will be more arguing.
Cite: dealt with stubborn men.
Okay, that was funny.
Many Southern grandmas just keeled over.
Yeah, no. I’m not plunking two hundred smackeroos on litter boxes.
I bring home an appropriate sized cardboard box from work (we go through zillions and 99.9% go into the recycling bin) and use that. Toss as needed.
There are a few purchases in my life where people (esp. my lovely mother) go, “OMG SO EXPENSIVE!” but when you factor in other costs, it’s … not.
Some things are worth the extra cost.
… of CHAMPIONS!!
I feel much better about my soup addiction purchases.
Sleep? Yes. (I put in earplugs. Holy Moses, nuthin’ wakes me.)
Productive? Still TBD. 
That was deep, man.
I would say, “I have questions …?” but I don’t wanna spend time in any secret rooms, m’self, so I will ask nothing.
I saw nothing.
I heard nothing.
I will say nothing.
… and regretted it shortly thereafter.
Wouldn’t wanna be the owner of the car it perched over.
Met someone once with a pair of them.
Yanno how GG makes normal cats look small? Same, for doggy, but add drool. Not as bad as a St. Bernard (jeebus!) but there’s definitely some 
in addition to enough shed fur daily to knit another cat.
Hey, can you spin yarn?
If not, you may acquire another hobby with the puppy.
I had to explain who The Doors are, not long ago.
Jesus wept.
In the mid-January doldrums, sadly, not so much. But for most of the year … yeah!
Someone came by with a St. Bernard yesterday, and Backup Manager was like, “That’s not a dog. That’s a cow.”
In the calmest, most matter-of-fact voice you can imagine.
I love working with people like you.
“Hey! Your disorganized mess is worse than my disorganized mess!”
Jeebus.
I think our lovely Jane would tell you … sometimes, people need whackin’.