In which Ceiba is introduced to the new laminate floors in the basement...
MY GOD WOMAN.
MY VERY BEST FAVORITE CARPETED PEE SPOT! IT WAS RIGHT HERE!
I WILL SEEK OUT RESPONSIBLE PARTY. THEN DESTROY.
HMM. OKAY. HI. IS MAYBE NOT SUCH A BAD SORT AFTER ALL.
WILL JUST GO UPSTAIRS TO POUT.
WAIT A SECOND. WAT'S THIS?
So that's been happening. Randy came and ripped up the hideously befouled carpet and put down laminate and my dog is all THERE IS NO TRACTION OR ABSORBENCY PANIC PANIC BZZZZZTTT OVERLOAD.
Oh, and everybody please say hi to Randy, as he is a long-time blog reader, at least he was before I was all, "Thanks for reading! Now please come fix everything at my house that is broken. Which is a lot of things. Also, BEWARE OF ALL THE PILES." Then I wandered around in my pajamas and a ponytail all the time, just to completely shatter the illusion that bloggers are cool, together people who are at all worthy of respect or admiration. But then I bought his silence with a couple Chipotle burritos. I think.
The other day I told Noah that no, he couldn't have a snack because it was too close to dinner. He got...fairly angry with me over this, and announced his intention to go ask RANDY for a snack, which he prefaced by pleading with him to please rescue me from Mommy. Who is mean. You need to defeat her!
I thought this was actually pretty cute until I realized he was requesting my vanquishment from the dude holding the circular saw.
HEH. MISSED A SPOT, BITCH.