Apparently, I'm the designated 💩 handler.


It's been a shitty week around here, Reader. Literally. 💩 I've been back from New England for over a week … and busy with all the 4006 things to do on my "catch up" list. And … while I was off gallivanting around six states, and presenting at the retreat in Boston, one of the dogs, likely Micky, had an accident on my favorite rug. Justin, bless his heart, dragged it outside onto the patio. Where it sat. The whole time I was gone. And then for another week while I tended to more pressing...