Today was a day. And I don’t mean a good day. After a 90-minute online chat session with Spectrum (the most hated internet provider EVER), finding a dead mouse upstairs, and back and forth nonsensical miscommunication between doctor’s offices, I slipped in slushy snow outside and landed in dog poop. Yeah, you read that right. Dog POOP.
I took my dog, Cole, out the front door to do his usual business.
He can’t go out the back door anymore because he's too old and the steps are
steep. (He also refuses to use the wooden ramp my husband built for our dogs.
Go figure.)
We walked onto the porch and went down the steps, and I
didn’t realize how slippery and slushy it was… so, down I went. I didn't even
get a chance to break my fall, and I somehow moved to the exact angle
where...SPLAT. And what was I wearing? This was the only time in my
entire life that I had nonchalantly slipped on a pair of white
sweatpants this morning. (I’m not the type of person who can wear white.) I'm now sitting in dog crap, dying from the smell (and
Cole’s just looking at me, like, what is wrong with you?!).
Of course, my next-door neighbor suddenly showed up out of
nowhere and asked if I was okay. Sure, I’m totally fine! Just your average afternoon,
enjoying the fresh air! Ha.
Needless to say, I have a lot of laundry to do. After a
long shower and a drink, I realized I dropped one of my gloves by the steps. So,
I stepped off the porch and nearly wiped out again on the slush.
I can’t wait until spring.
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He needs me to use the ramp with 😂😂😂
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