Today has had it's complications. I woke up with 3 house guests at the inn. There was also a canine overnight guest. Named "Trouble." Trouble humped Buford for 14 hours straight. To the point where Buford stopped noticing he had a jockey riding him in and out of every room. Like the way girls wear a barrette in their hair.
After everyone left [I napped like the dead and then] I got Buford into the Jeep to go to the Dog Park. I figured he should expend some energy so I could remain motionless during the Super Bowl. As I was pulling away from the house Buford tried to sit in his favorite spot. Which is my spot. The drivers spot. With the steering wheel. It's not the best spot for controlled driving. So I went to move him ...and he peed on me. Yep. Right there in the car. I sat at the stop sign looking down at my lap thinking "Omg it looks like I peed. BUT NO. I DIDN'T. THAT'S NOT MY PEE." So disgusting. All baby-type-things make disgusting situations that you don't expect.
If you'll note the NaBloPoMo badge on the right sidebar you will understand why I am now all of a sudden posting every day. Tomorrow I actually get a "theme" to write about. Very exciting. Weekends are free topic days. Learn more about NaBloPoMo here.