On Day Six Susan's daughter tracked dog sh*t into the house.

She didn't make it through the entire house, but she went far enough. All on her own the daughter compiled the supplies necessary for the clean up but fell into a confused trance when she realized the enormity of the task.

Her 8.5 mother stepped in, I'll take care of it, and released the daughter from her obligation.

The daughter ran out the front door and into the sunlight.


The Zadge said...

Can Susan come to my house and do the same, because I need it about once a week?

Dawn in Austin said...

I'm thinkin you're a 9 now!

Cupcake Murphy said...

I think the only thing to do when someone tracks dog poop into the house is move.