Mars, this poopy post is for you

   I have this friend named Mars. She's a princess. She's Filipino. A Filipino pirate. She's a preschool teacher. She's a ball buster. She's great. I have this story I'd like to share, and I'm going to dedicate it to Pirate Princess Mars. It's a story about poop (not my own, don't worry). You may stop reading now, if you wish...

   Sunday morning, I got up and sat at the computer, like every other morning. I thought I smelled cat poop. Ick. I looked everywhere. I went to go look at the litter box and noticed the opening to it was blocked off by hubby when he was doing laundry the day before. So I cleaned the litter box out thinking that was where the smell was coming from. I *thought* after I did that, the smell seemed better (that's what I get for thinking).

   When I went to get Maylee up, I noticed that the sunrise was beautiful! The sky was so pink and pretty! We looked out of one of the windows upstairs, but we couldn't see it as well as if we were looking out the kitchen window, which looks East. So I carried her downstairs to open the blinds and look out the window. I think you know where this is going...

   I got downstairs, stepped on the mat in front of the sink to open the kitchen window blinds and SQUISH. I had found the poop. With my bare feet. This, my dear friends, is not something I'd recommend. Maylee said, "eeewww, poopy!" So I cleaned it all up and it was over with. Oh, not before I laid a guilt trip on my husband about it first, though! LOL

   So that is the story about how I stepped in cat poop.

Mars, I thought of you the whole time I wrote this poopy post.