Portrait of a lady...
... who was left in her crate for only two hours on Sunday, and when we returned home from dinner she was dripping wet from having slept in a puddle of her own urine. Jon didn't notice this when he let her out of the crate, so she ran upstairs and was so excited to see me and Leta that she started rolling all over the floor. And my, that was an unfortunate fragrance. And hour of clean up.
Heather talks about public tantrums (from kids) on today's Momversation.
- Bedtime, Leta lingering defiantly in the hallway. Jon: "If you want fart stories, you better get in bed RIGHT NOW."
- RIP Louis Mortimer Armstrong: http://bit.ly/1R4tv6
- Hugs and kisses to you, too! RT: @Monkey_Tree: @dooce he probably committed suicide because he was tired of LISTENING TO YOU WHINE.
