Today, when I went to wake up my daughter, Maille, I immediately whiffed a distinct smell. I looked down into her crib and noticed brown streaks on the sheets. When Maille looked up at me, I saw brown marks on her face and brown marks on the teddy bear that she was holding in her hand. I realized that she had taken off her pajamas and her diaper. Evidently, she decided to take the poop and spread it on her crib, her walls, and everything else that she could reach. My dogs were so disgusted that they would not enter the room. And I thought my day at Blue Marsh was bad . . .
holy shit :14:
Brian, see the great things you have to look forward to.
As a side note, I am a little superstitious. I am hoping that today does not set the tone for my work week.
Yeah, it appears that Sunday's poop incident was a sign of what was to come for this week. So far, I got two more things dumped on me and it is only Monday. Well, gotta run because I gotta cover a deposition.