Famous last words...
It all started, innocently enough, with my mom asking me last night if I could be up around 9 to let the gas man in. The Gas man ritual requires 2 things: 1. Locking up our dogs because gas man is terrified of them, and 2. letting him into out basement.
Not to hard. Went to see a movie last night, Kung Fu Panda (not bad), and on the way home went on a sevs run with friends. Bought a Coke Slurpee, went home, consumed slurpee, got in bed around 1:30 and set alarm for 8:30. When I was still trying to get to sleep and heard my mom get out of the shower around 6 I decided to get up. Took a bath, ate something, and proceeded to get about 10 stars in my fairly new Mario 64 for the DS. Mom went to work, sister got up, did her morning ritual, and was nice enough to make me tea as in the beating of Bowser my lap had become captive of our 20lb feline.
This, you may say, is not such a bad morning. So why is this entitled "famous last words?"
Because my dear sister went upstairs to get her shoes before she went to a meeting around 9 and told me my alarm was going off. I went up to my room through and gagged on horrible a horrible smell as I went through the bathroom. Turned off the alarm, went back downstairs and as I passed through the bathroom again felt my breakfast start to revisit due to horrible smell. I assumed it was the litter box but in the back of my mind noticed the 2 dogs standing over something and starting to roll in it.
Get to kitchen, puke in sink. Tell sister that the litter box needs to be cleaned because smell has gotten so bad it made me puke. Sister goes back upstairs to see and calls down that it is NOT the litter box. She comes back down and dogs follow her smelling like crap. We both go upstairs to discover shitty boxers laying on the bathroom rug. Dogs downstairs ring the bell that tells me they need to go outside. Sister and I go back downstairs, get ready to let dogs out when I look at time. It is 9:10, te gas man will be here any minute so the dogs can not go outside. Sister leaves. Dogs continue to ring bell while I try to figure out where shitty boxers came from when there is a knock on the door.
Run downstairs. Shut basement door to kitchen and dogs , stumble down steps to landing knocking brooms and such into way of door. Unlock basement/outside door, peek out to see gas man cowering, tell him dogs are away, just clearing a path. Gather brooms and mop and tell gas man to come it. Crazy dog decides then to stick his muzzle through cat door and bark head off. Gas man jumps a mile. I sit in front of cat door and proceed to have a cold wet nose shoved in my shirt. Gas man leaves, I shut and lock basement/outside door and turn to open kitchen door. Turn knob and pull...the knob off the door. Curse. put knob back in the door and somehow manage to get door open.
Go upstairs to deal with shitty boxers. FInd a puddle of dog pee on the floor.
Yeah, I need to take a nap
Not to hard. Went to see a movie last night, Kung Fu Panda (not bad), and on the way home went on a sevs run with friends. Bought a Coke Slurpee, went home, consumed slurpee, got in bed around 1:30 and set alarm for 8:30. When I was still trying to get to sleep and heard my mom get out of the shower around 6 I decided to get up. Took a bath, ate something, and proceeded to get about 10 stars in my fairly new Mario 64 for the DS. Mom went to work, sister got up, did her morning ritual, and was nice enough to make me tea as in the beating of Bowser my lap had become captive of our 20lb feline.
This, you may say, is not such a bad morning. So why is this entitled "famous last words?"
Because my dear sister went upstairs to get her shoes before she went to a meeting around 9 and told me my alarm was going off. I went up to my room through and gagged on horrible a horrible smell as I went through the bathroom. Turned off the alarm, went back downstairs and as I passed through the bathroom again felt my breakfast start to revisit due to horrible smell. I assumed it was the litter box but in the back of my mind noticed the 2 dogs standing over something and starting to roll in it.
Get to kitchen, puke in sink. Tell sister that the litter box needs to be cleaned because smell has gotten so bad it made me puke. Sister goes back upstairs to see and calls down that it is NOT the litter box. She comes back down and dogs follow her smelling like crap. We both go upstairs to discover shitty boxers laying on the bathroom rug. Dogs downstairs ring the bell that tells me they need to go outside. Sister and I go back downstairs, get ready to let dogs out when I look at time. It is 9:10, te gas man will be here any minute so the dogs can not go outside. Sister leaves. Dogs continue to ring bell while I try to figure out where shitty boxers came from when there is a knock on the door.
Run downstairs. Shut basement door to kitchen and dogs , stumble down steps to landing knocking brooms and such into way of door. Unlock basement/outside door, peek out to see gas man cowering, tell him dogs are away, just clearing a path. Gather brooms and mop and tell gas man to come it. Crazy dog decides then to stick his muzzle through cat door and bark head off. Gas man jumps a mile. I sit in front of cat door and proceed to have a cold wet nose shoved in my shirt. Gas man leaves, I shut and lock basement/outside door and turn to open kitchen door. Turn knob and pull...the knob off the door. Curse. put knob back in the door and somehow manage to get door open.
Go upstairs to deal with shitty boxers. FInd a puddle of dog pee on the floor.
Yeah, I need to take a nap