My brain is literally about to fall out of my head. My eyes are drooping, my head is wobbling and all I want is a big-ass candy bar!
I’ve been sitting in the Library for 4 hours creating a study-guide for my “Art of the Renaissance” midterm on Thursday. (Big mistake: I didn’t take a break to rest my mind and build up my cramming endurance for Thursday morning)… Therefore- I am taking a break NOW to raise my blood-sugar and momentarily excuse myself from Giotto, Ghiberti and Botticelli.
So, anyway… Mother dearest just rang me up to recount her adventure this morning with Becky, (my small, annoying, smelly, bad-breathed, little rat-looking dog). On the way to the groomer, the malodorous Becky was doing her usual car-routine… She was howling at the top of her lungs, jumping over the seats and trying every possible way to stick her little head out the window, (dogs sure love that breeze!)
Because of all her excitement and nervousness, Becky did something very inappropriate… she took a gigantic poop on the backseat of my mom’s (sort-of) new car!
To put it lightly- Mom was NOT a happy camper… especially when Becky took ANOTHER gigantic poop next to the first one! Apparently, (but not surprisingly), the smell was absolutely unbearable… (ewwwww!)
Thinking that she could just clean it up with some paper towels and Lysol at home, mom kept driving to the groomer with her scarf tightly wrapped around her nose. To her “astonishment” and complete disgust, Becky continued to run around the car and proceeded to smash the poop into the beautiful leather seats.
For the past half-hour, Mom has been scrubbing down the seats with every cleaning product known to man. All I can say about this situation is I’m glad I decided to spend my afternoon stuffing my brain with art history. Despite its torturous nature… memorizing artists and mediums is NOTHING compared to cleaning up poop… The End
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