I was laying in bed last night talking to a friend from Maryland and it ocurred to me that I am totally ready to talk about another one of those "traumatic" experiences from my past and it's a doozy. It's a long one too. So, stay tuned for a several part blog post and I'll probably start typing it sometime today.
Got up at 5:30 a.m. to take the parental units to the airport. Sheesh! On my Saturday. Can you imagine??
I think Opey was mad that they were leaving because when I was changing the sheets on their bed, I noticed that the comforter was wet, so I'm pretty sure he peed on it. So, now not only do I have to wash the sheets and towels, but I have to throw in the comforter too. Little brat.