Dope

I don't mean dope as in pot. I mean dope as in idiot. Who's the idiot? That would be me. I've been sick the last few days, so my brain isn't quite up to snuff. I was laying down on the couch with my little princess. She came down and laid on my hip. So I'm petting her, and petting her, and petting her some more. (I'm a cheap brush) And I noticed, a build up of hair around her shoulders. The garbage was simply too far! So I picked the hair up, and dropped it on the floor instead. Sick = lazy. I was fully expecting to vaccuum it up later. However...

It took a full 60 seconds to realize that I had put my glass of orange juice on the floor. hmmm. So I look down, sure enough...either I dropped the dog hair into my orange juice or my ice was growing fur. Ick! But I have a wonderful best friend who went and got me some new orange juice...in a new cup ... sans dog hair.

I'd like to think I learned my lesson ... but I think I know better.