It has not been the best 24 hours.
I found out that my awesome manager is leaving. He's the reason I've been turning down other jobs. So now I have some thinking to do.
Even worse: Morty's ass exploded (on our bed) at 3:15 am this morning. I heard *SPLAT* and looked south to see a horrified puppy and a destroyed duvet. None of us saw that one coming... Not even the dog.
I said, "Oh no! Diarrhea!"
My BH said, "My life sucks."
I was up until 7am cleaning. Morty sat in the hallway looking depressed. My BH passed out on the couch. At least now I know that my washing machine can fit a duvet if you stuff it in reeeeally carefully.
I have hope that things will stop sucking eventually. I also have hope that the smell of Morty's ass will eventually leave my bedroom. Until these things happen, I'll be doing laundry and trying to catch up on sleep.