Where in the world is Galapagos?
I came home Tuesday morning at around 5 am to find that my roommate’s dog had somehow climbed the stairs into my room and shat everywhere. I mean huge turd logs all over the floor, practically melting onto my clothes pile.
I asked “how did the dog get into my room? She shat everywhere”.
A quick glance-over the room and she’s making her back downstairs to nestle into bed.
She says ” Why did you put in the cat litter? You should have put in a bag”.
I told J the story the next day. I said ” do you know what this bitch did?”
Then I told her about the dog shit.
I said just the day before I was talking to a customer on the smoking patio. She interrupted the conversation to remind me that I didn’t pick up a mess I made on the bathroom floor earlier.
She said ” hey next time, when you drop powder on the floor can you vacuum it up? I don’t want the cat to get to it”.
“When you get home, just you know finish sweeping it up”.
I said, ” why are you at work reminding me about chores I’m supposed to be doing at home? I shouldn’t have chores”.
What is this, driving Miss. Daisy? I lost my mind.
