So, Saturday morning I dragged myself up at the "regular" weekday time (there should be a LAW against that) and went up to school to take the MPRE (that's the ethics portion of the bar exam for all you non-lawyerly types). 60 multiple-choice questions, 2 hours, and I came away with it with a general feeling of, "OK. I guess I did OK." It's a very non-test.
On the way home, I called C. to see how his morning was. He said, "I-have-to-call-you-back-emergecy-Bella-dog-poop." And hung up.
Ten minutes later, he called me back and explained that he had gotten Bella ready for her bath (i.e., diaper off), and his best bud had called. He left the bathroom (no water running yet) and talked with him for a minute, leaving Bella on the bathroom floor playing. Apparently she climbed into the shower, and POOPED right in the shower. You know, instead of telling Daddy that she had to go poop or, I don't know, maybe using the toilet? But WAIT! It gets better. C. gets off the phone, takes Bella to her room to clean her up, and the DOG (we have two) climbs into the shower and EATS the poop!!
At this point, I'm dying laughing. Because me? I know the dog and I know he will eat ANYTHING THAT SMELLS AT ALL, so I probably would have closed the door to the bathroom. So now C. has a clean daughter, but a dog with poop all over his fur, and a disgusting shower.
It was all cleaned up before I got home.
I'm not letting the dog kiss me anytime soon.
This is only further proof that all hell breaks loose when I'm not around.
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