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christopher575Ah, what a morning. I was on the way out the door to go to the pool when I smelled something.
The litter boxes are in the coat closet by the front door. Not really ideal, since that's the first impression someone gets walking in, but at least they're hidden away and far from where anyone eats. That's right by my bedroom door, but it's only ever bothered me in there a couple of times over the last few years.
But I was in the bathroom when I smelled it, and sure enough, there was some poop in the tub. I assume it's Sam since he's older, and if it's going to happen somewhere other than the boxes, the tub is fine by me. We don't even use that one. It was still fresh enough that it came up way easier than the last time I found some in there, when I had to fill the tub a bit and soak for a while.
Unfortunately, when I walked it over to the toilet to dump, I didn't notice there was some more next to the toilet, which I stepped on. I honestly wish I'd been barefoot at the time, because as gross as it would have been, I would have noticed. Instead, I tracked it all the way into the kitchen and back, so instead of cleaning up just the one poop, I had to clean up a dozen more spots. And clean my sandal. And then I found a little more by the front door. So glad I found that one because when I find them there dried, they fuse to the stonework.
Anyway, here's today's time lapse. Ha.
Sushi and tattoos with Ana this afternoon, then she's joining us for dinner after!
The title to this post is a Zima reference. It's in stores, but I still haven't found it. It's on the site for a big liquor store one city South and I can even order it to pick it up there later, so that'll be what I do if I don't find it soon.
EDIT: Oh yeah, there was no sign of the swim team that was the reason I stopped going to the pool on Thursdays. Monday and Wednesday is a better schedule anyway, but it was nice that they weren't there.
The litter boxes are in the coat closet by the front door. Not really ideal, since that's the first impression someone gets walking in, but at least they're hidden away and far from where anyone eats. That's right by my bedroom door, but it's only ever bothered me in there a couple of times over the last few years.
But I was in the bathroom when I smelled it, and sure enough, there was some poop in the tub. I assume it's Sam since he's older, and if it's going to happen somewhere other than the boxes, the tub is fine by me. We don't even use that one. It was still fresh enough that it came up way easier than the last time I found some in there, when I had to fill the tub a bit and soak for a while.
Unfortunately, when I walked it over to the toilet to dump, I didn't notice there was some more next to the toilet, which I stepped on. I honestly wish I'd been barefoot at the time, because as gross as it would have been, I would have noticed. Instead, I tracked it all the way into the kitchen and back, so instead of cleaning up just the one poop, I had to clean up a dozen more spots. And clean my sandal. And then I found a little more by the front door. So glad I found that one because when I find them there dried, they fuse to the stonework.
Anyway, here's today's time lapse. Ha.
Sushi and tattoos with Ana this afternoon, then she's joining us for dinner after!
The title to this post is a Zima reference. It's in stores, but I still haven't found it. It's on the site for a big liquor store one city South and I can even order it to pick it up there later, so that'll be what I do if I don't find it soon.
EDIT: Oh yeah, there was no sign of the swim team that was the reason I stopped going to the pool on Thursdays. Monday and Wednesday is a better schedule anyway, but it was nice that they weren't there.
