Last night, I had a headache. So, I watched Dancing With the Stars. And then I took an Advil PM. And then I fell asleep watching an Oprah replay of her interview with Mackenzie Phillips (which I can’t even comment on except to say that Valerie Bertinelli looks exactly the same).
And then?
Then, I had trouble waking up this morning. I am exhausted. The travel has just made me realize that like it or not, I have delicate flower tendencies and need a little time to recoup. I’ve been exhausted all week, and that, combined with the Advil PM, made me a little slow on the uptake this morning.
Lil’ Frankfurter and Foxie Doxie were not amused.
In the middle of the night, I had evidently knocked one of my pillows – my favorite pillow, actually – off the bed. And when I failed to spring into action with my alarm clock?
Well, the boys showed their dissatisfaction. By peeing on my pillow.
Yes. Both of my dogs managed to flip me the bird even though they don’t have actual fingers. They peed on my favorite pillow.
As you may recall, this is my second pillow felled in two months by dog body fluids.
Basically, I walked around my house roaring like a dinosaur this morning, attempting to express the gravity of the situation and my superior, alpha standing in our pack. I don’t think I was successful, but at least I have an excuse to go to Target this weekend.
And, as one of my coworkers so helpfully pointed out, when your dog pees on your pillow? Well, the rest of your day is bound to be an improvement.
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