Sunday, May 15, 2011

Yes. This really just happened.

We have a phenomenon in our house we like to call "poop-tastrophes".  It is when Buffy III's poop ends up somewhere it is not supposed to be.  Use your imagination.

So we had a poop-tastrophe this afternoon, and after stripping the bedding and an unscheduled bath, we were good to go.  We had dinner.  We played.  It was typical. 

Cut to about 2 hours later.

Mr Buffy: What's on your shirt?

Me: What are you talking about?

Mr Buffy:  Look. At. Your. Shirt.

Me:  I have no idea what that is.

Mr Buffy:  Oh, I think you know what that is.  How did you not see that?!?

Me:  Dude. I can't see anything below my boobs.

I had shit on my shirt for almost 2 HOURS and didn't notice because my boobs were in the way.

Yes.  This really just happened.