The day starts pretty early for me. I’m up somewhere between 3:30 and 5:00 to start my day. Every morning is different, sometimes the dogs are panting at the door to go out, and sometimes they are passed out and have no idea that I’m on my second cup of coffee when consciousness finally breathes life into their canine brains. This morning however was an exception. I woke an hour before the alarm in a tired stupor heading for the bathroom. Unfortunately, the first foot that hit the floor this morning did not land on the floor as intended. No, my precious clown foot landed squarely in the cat box, in… you guessed it. I must admit, that will wake you up. I had to hop on one foot into the bathroom and throw my defiled clown foot into the shower to extricate the cat’s dookie from my sole without vomiting or waking up Todd and the dogs.
