But, I woke up and they weren't out of their rooms, yet.
But, it seems that my morning will be spent dealing with urine.
The dog wet my bad, and that is my story and I am sticking to it.
Well, I'm no longer sticking to it since I got up, cleaned up the mess and took a shower.
er, bed not bad.
The dog did not wet my bad.
My bad is still dry.
Man, there is a mountain of laundry to be put away and another one that needs to be washed and dried then put away.
I don't know how my wife does it all.
I think she uses magic.
Or, maybe she has an assistant.