Before you cast your ballots...

Allow me to enter one more event to be considered with my Mother of the Decade nomination... Poop.

This morning, as I'm getting ready to go to work, I walk down the stairs and I smell poop. Very strong and distinct, and by God, I am sure that someone has pooped somewhere on the main floor. So I search all the rooms. The front room, the kitchen, the bathroom, the laundry room, the living room.... oooh. Definitely has to be in the living room. It smelled SO strong. Look all over the floor, the lovely new wood floor. Nothing anywhere, not by the fireplace, not in front of the TV, not behind, or under the sofa (I have no idea how a dog would poop under the sofa, but they are talented). Looked in Chivas' kennel, nothing, looked in Sake's kennel, nothing again. hmmm.... Maybe I'm imagining this. Maybe my sniffer is off. Maybe someone just had a very ripe expulsion of gas... I'll have to let it go. There is no poop.

I go back to the kitchen, get my lunch together for work, make my Skinny Water, and I'm walking in through the garage door, after putting the big bowl of macaroni salad back in the refrigerator out there. I glance at the living room again, from a new angle, and HAA! Found the poop.......... Wait for it.... Wait for it.....

Wait for it....

Asking yourself, where could it possibly have been, aren't you???

It's a good one.....


There is the poop, on the coffee table. It really is true, things are always in the last place you look.