I clicked on this question expecting SuperMouse to talk about something she’d accomplished…what a pleasant surprise! Thank you all so much! Happy Birthday to me! And PnL & Gail!
@wildflower, thanks!
@everyone else, I have to rant about my morning. At 5:00 A.M. Max the ferocious dog started to whine to go out. I rolled out of bed and on my way to the back door was greeted with seven piles of Max shit. Runny, nasty, stinky Max shit. I freaked and started scrubbing, thinking I would steam clean the carpet later (shout out to SM, whose steamcleaner I still have). So I’m scrubbing, spraying anti-stick and spot removed and taking forever, but finally get done. I go back to bed (after tending to Max of course) and finally fall asleep. 7:30 A.M., Mr. Gimme comes home from work and freaks because there is Max shit and puke downstairs! I didn’t bother to check the basement, but sure enough, five more piles of Max shit and five puddles of Max puke. Ugh. Cleaned that up, woke up the 15-year-old and made her drive to KMart to buy steamcleaner solution and more carpet cleaner.
I am annoyed by a couple of things:
1. Sick dog (he’s been fine so far today, too much human food yesterday).
2. Mr. Gimme waking me up to clean more shit after I cleaned up all kinds of shit.
3. The princess (15-year-old) asking me, “Why didn’t anyone let Max out? Why was he roaming the house all night?” Um, last I checked she was perfectly capable of opening the back door!
4. It’s my birthday and I couldn’t even sleep in!
Bah FREAKING HumBug!!