Life in the Fish Bowl


He Dropped the Bomb on Me, Baby

I spent a total of six hours in the bathroom with Punkin' yesterday.

Nothing. Nothing then, nothing later.

Then, this morning, he drops the bomb. Three. Different. Times.

In. His. Pants.

Aggggghhhhh!!!! At least the cats use their boxes, even if I Hubby does have to scoop it up later. I don't have to wipe their furry butts or wash their shitty underwear.

I told him I was very sad and very angry that he couldn't wouldn't use the potty.

He asked me if I still loved him.

I said yes, but I was still angry.

Stinky butt or not, I love that little guy.

Hey - I wonder if I could get him to use the litter box?