Today Jamie started yelling at the dog while I was making dinner. Apparently she used the front room as her own bathroom. Then he starts yelling to me, "You have to come in here and see this poop!" I am not in the mood to do this. Then he yells, "The poop is under the table, you have to see it!" I am literally 6 feet away from him, but I guess when talking about poop you have to yell. I go into the front room so he will stop talking about the poop. Then I see a beautiful bouquet of roses on the window seat. He honored our 6th anniversary by using his mad skills to disgust then delight me in a way only he can do.
But Ladybird really did poop on the carpet.
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