it was a shitty bedtime.
i was soooo tired, exhausted really,,,just a blink away from sound asleep..but the gawd dam computer room dogs started barking and did not stop.
i go flying out of bed to yell at them up close and personal so they take me seriously and step full on into a huge aggie poop..omg, i so want to scream.
i hop into the kitchen, furious now and swearing like a sailor to discover the entire room is covered in poop...caesar had diarrhea and walked thru it. i thought i was going to die.
i hopped around pulling up the linens, trying to mop while my disgusting foot was still up in the air and finally made it into the bathroom to hose off my foot.
thank goodness i had already bleached the bathtub or i would have puked.
i washed off my foot really well, re-bleached the tub, headed to the computer room muttering how much i disliked dogs and noticed everyone was totally silent and looking a wee bit sheepish.
i told them all to shut up anyway just because and went back to bed.
the silence was golden.
no one made a sound for the rest of the night.
but i am still tired.