I was hesitant to share a story from this morning. I definitely wasn't going to put it as a Facebook status. It's pretty, no, really gross and I didn't want EVERYONE to know. And it wasn't going on Twitter, which I'm only really using these days as a way to enter in contests, look at local restaurant specials, and make sure my roommate is still alive. But the saying I told myself is worth sharing, and what better avenue than this one?
Is your curiosity on high, or have I lost you?
Well, here is what I said to encourage myself today, "any day that you have dog poo splattered on you by 9 in the morning can ONLY go up."
Yes. That happened to me this morning. And yes, I just gagged again reading it and remembering it. But it's true. The day wasn't off the charts, but having such a eww-low so early really bumped everything up a bit.
The story...I had been asked to run by a friend's home to let their dogs out before I went to work. Immediately upon getting inside I was hit with the vilest smell ever and though, "oh-no." Then I saw it. Dog diar...I can't even type it. I couldn't leave such a mess for the poor homeowners to come home to, so after all the dogs got outside I grabbed the roll of paper towels and a plastic bag and tried to clean it up. I have no freaking idea how it happened, but when I went to clean the mess (from as far away as possible) it splattered. Onto my leg. (Gag again). I still have no idea how that happened. I just know it was disgusting. And that I scrubbed off part of my tan with Clorox cleanser.