It doesn't get any worse unless you are a sanitation worker.
Wednesday and Thursday, Sophia and I arrived home to the smell of, well, let us say it wasn't pleasant, it was coming from Jesse's cage, and Jesse was covered in it. This morning, Brad and I awoke to discover Missy had hurled in nearly every room of the house.
Oh yeah, and Sophia still contributes to the waste supply too. Every time she eats, her face turns bright red and contorts into a pained, concentrated expression. Either she is thinking about the state of our nation these days or she's making a bowel movement.
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