She went out four times last night, two of them very messy--or so my husband tells me. That's about as blog confessional as I'll get.
The weird thing is, her last big stomach eruption "presented" as they say in medical land on the day of my last big deadline.
Coincidence? Or proof I should get my own Pet Poop Psychic show? I'd do just about anything to meet Triumph!
posted by Martha @ 9:10 AM
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