This morning I found squashed dog poo in the dining room, right next to David’s work boots, so I warned him that he may have stepped in some and I cleaned it up (thank goodness for hardwood floors). Except I didn’t think about the fact that it wasn’t there until right before I left for work, and he hadn’t worn his boots since the previous day.
I got to work and smelled something funny. It was on MY shoe.
Operating theory: it fell out of Casper’s butt after she went out this morning. That happens with her fairly frequently; I think it largely has to do with the amount of paper she ends up finding and eating and the way it just doesn’t come out very efficiently. Then I stepped in it, blamed David’s boots, and went to work where my nose finally noticed. I hope it’s not in my car.
Nothing like scraping your shoe with a plastic knife and Windex in your cubicle to start the day. I got most of it but I keep getting ghost odors and the people around me keep teasing me.
I picked up about fifty bunny poos this morning, but they don’t stink! Ah, what a shitty life I lead.