I went out to dinner and to see Tropic Thunder with my friend Melissa tonight. We talked through the first and second showings, so we went to see the incredibly late 9:30 movie. I had left Odin in a doggie diaper because of the leakage in the car today, and there was a - well - thunderous accident.
He had diarrhea in the diaper, and then ran all over the house, so there are drops of slimy poo everywhere, a diaper full of diarrhea, a huge pile of diarrhea, two piles of barf, Stampy chewed up my rubber barn boots (and hopefully not anything else), and I am guessing, but am trying to muster up the courage to let Odin back in - that diarrhea is all over the back end of him.
I know this isn't his fault - he's been barfing up his meds, so his heart isn't pumping enough oxygen to his lower intestines, but it is still really, really, really gross and disheartening.
Was Tropic Thunder worth it? I'll decide after I finish cleaning shit up at midnight. I laughed out loud - really loud - kind of a lot. And I totally didn't recognize Tom Cruise for the longest time.
But my house reeks of poo ....
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