Boy I've had those kind of days. Reminds me of night before last when my husband tripped over his drill upstairs because he hadn't moved like I had asked him to. But he still didn't pick it up, instead he came running down the stairs cussing and holding his foot. Then he realized he couldn't very likely yell at me for not moving something that was his and that I had asked him to move. So he actually yelled at the dog for not picking it up, I almost thought he was serious. And guess what, it sat there until this morning when I about fell over it when I was carrying my daughter downstairs so of course I packed it down. Oh well no one is perfect I guess....

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