Friday, May 30, 2008

who's buying me a drink tonight?

Because I just spent a half an hour swiffering my floor and rubbing POOP off my dog's face.  I caught him noshing a Bradie diaper just as I laid the kids down for their nap.  Now he's pacing the floor, approaching lunacy the same way a person might be after losing a winning lottery ticket.

Marcus, will you come home soon?


1 comment:

Christy said...

oh gross!
want to come over?
I have wine.