So I returned from Atlanta Friday night late. Dragged my butt home from the airport and fed the various animals. I was pretty fried from four flights in three days and two days of conferencing, and the kids were at their dad's, so I figured I'd just take my paperback to bed and read myself to sleep (which should take all of about five minutes). I did sit at the computer for a half hour or so, checking Facebook and catching up on a few emails. I heard the dogs wrestling in the bedroom but didnt' think much about it. They wrestle a lot. Except sometimes I should pay attention to that.
This is what was left of one of the new dog beds I just bought them:
Here's the rest of the room:
Its times like this I wish they had opposable thumbs so they could clean up their OWN DAMNED MESS. Except if they had opposable thumbs, the messes would probably be much larger and more creative. So I should be thankful they don't and just suck up the mess clean-uppage.
Guilty parties. At least one of them has the good graces to look ashamed.
