what a great morning

Today I woke up to the fresh smell of chein de parfume... *sigh* Actually, I can think of a better term, and perhaps the French don't have a word for it. There is a word that aptly describes in the English language, but its not a very nice word... Apparently, Monty chose the one morning I had to sleep in, to have a bad case of diarrhea -- all over himself, his blanket, and his pet carrier. The pet carrier looked liked a disaster area. Monty looked a bit shell shocked himself. Ahhhhh, the joys of parenting.

Whoever writes that sappy poetry about waking up to the smell of sunshine and spring most emphatically never had a pet. Because with pets, those aromas are not exactly what you wake up to... er... odors, more like it.

Perhaps he's preparing me for parenthood... (okay, that's a scary thought!!!)