Wow, no one has been grumpy since Christmas eve! I almost don't want to ruin it.
I knew I was more than likely going to to be home slightly late. I left both of the balcony doors hanging wide open so that JUST IN CASE Ace dog just HAD to go to the bathroom and couldn't hold it for an extra hour. I come home, with Matt, (who is super exhausted after being stuck in an airport for literally 24 hours due to flight cancellations), walk into the bedroom and there is a HUGE, bright yellow spot in the very middle of the bed--which is made with white just washed sheets.
Really?!!?! You had 3 floors of open house and two balconies, and you choose to pee in the middle of the bed?!
