What is it about an absolutely perfect day that one little incident can just turn it around and ruin it all for you?
I woke up Wed morning in relatively little pain. That’s a big deal around here. Wow – good sign. Plus, it was after 7 a.m. and that meant I had actually gotten a little sleep, although I had trouble getting to sleep I did finally reach that quiet zone about 1 a.m. and stayed asleep for the next 6 hours – unusual for me. Another good sign.
Okay, I didn’t win Twitter SmartA$$ today, and my Vista crashed on me at a rather inopportune moment, but it came back and I got back online with all my tweeps and a good time was had by all.
I was the recipient of another blogger award and I found out about it Wed morning – wow – what a nice way to start my day – someone I truly enjoy reading – Smart Mouth Broad had left a little surprise for me at her blog. Amazing.
And then Devoted Spouse made coffee and delivered it to me as I sat in my comfy chair playing on my laptop. Such service.
My day kept getting better and better. I felt so good I decided to take a little trip to Target. Then I went for a bowl of my favorite Hot and Sour soup at the local Chinese joint. Then I went to Sephora for a little girly make-up buying spree.
I came home, and my back didn’t hurt and my shoulder didn’t hurt and EmmaLou the Golden Destroyer happily greeted me at the kitchen door. Life was so good. I was just thrilled.
And then I noticed something was not right in Crone and Bear It-ville. There was a strange odor emanating from the front hallway. I walked and sniffed and inspected the entire first floor. Nothing out of the ordinary – No food dropped and hidden under the chair, no dead rodents or odd critter pieces EmmaLou could have snuck into the house. The kitchen trash had been taken out; there was nothing in the garbage disposal. I started to worry. You see at our last house we had a sewage problem and it turned out to be a big problem with sewer pipes and all kinds of work and money and OMG I started getting so nervous. What if the same thing was happening here at this house?
About that time Devoted Spouse returned from his shopping trip to the manly, manly guns and ammo store, Gander Mountain. I remarked to him about noticing an odor and did he smell it, too? He did. He also started wondering what was going on. But, he did something different than I. He walked upstairs.
And found the amazing pile of steamin’ dog poop my precious EmmaLou had left for me directly in front of my crap (how aptly named today) room. God love her little heart she must have had a tummy issue prior to both of us leaving the house and nowhere to turn. Thank God the doors to all the upstairs rooms were closed. And thanks to Devoted Spouse for his cleaning prowess. A little Resolve goes a long way.
So I guess what I learned today is it only takes one pile of poop to turn that smile upside down. Damn dog. By the way, where is she? I don’t see her…uh oh….gotta go now…