Yeah, I got nothin' for a Monday morning, so I'm recycling yesterday's post. LOL
I got up at 5:00 this morning, on a SUNDAY, no less, to get some water. Not unusual, it's my "pre-breakfast" thing on weekends. Then I usually just fall back into bed.
Pookie-dork-madnessty is usually sleeping in the "crook" of my knees, thinking she's small enough to do so, and raring to go out. When she's not, I pretty much know what to expect. Such is so...
Walk out into the living room and...
AW, crap. Literally. Bitch crapped all over the living room. AGAIN. I swear said bitch has it out for me for something I said or did or didn't do. (What? The whole "endless fetch" thing wasn't enough?)
I won't deface this blog with pictures. At least I didn't need the scrub-vac, but I CAN say, this early in the morning, breakfast will definitely become "brunch."
Picking up dog shit first thing in the morning sucks. Think I'll write a song about it. Wanna hear it? LOL