Good Morning. . .not so much.

So this morning I'm snuggled in my bed, dreaming of something nice I'm sure, when Chris wakes me up. He needs my help, he says. Why, what could it be? Can he not find the creamer for his coffee? Lost his keys? Missing a shoe? No, that would be way too easy. Rex has had explosive diarrhea in the laundry room where he and Maggie sleep at night. It's on the washing machine, the wall, the water bowl, the curtains. Oh, did I mention that we have floor vents? It wasn't just on the vent cover, but in the vent itself. Lovely. I don't do eyes, Chris doesn't do poop. Lucky me. Don't worry. . .no pictures have been included in this post.