After all of the excrement I deal with around here, I never get used to it. Ever. I know God has a plan for all of the trials and tribulations in my life, but the only thing I can come up with here is that he is making me more patient.
Maybe God is preparing me for a job in a nursing home.
I don't know.
Michael is not very happy about the pee and thinks I should be working harder to take care of the problem.
I told him I didn't know which dog was the culprit so I didn't know which dog to watch closer.
In a sassy 13-year-old voice with the implication of a "duh" in there somewhere he says, "Um... HELLO? Hidden camera, mom. Hidden. Camera."
Yeah, right.
Anyone else have this problem?
The dog pee, I mean.
Not the sassy child. I know you have those.
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