I had to go home over my lunch hour, because Leo wasn't answering his phone, and I set our appraisal for the refinance (we're refinancing right now, because we would be idiots not to) for today from 12 - 2, and needed to let him know.
So I walk into the house, and step right into a pile of dog shit. Awesome.
I changed my shoes, but apparently the shit didn't get cleaned up well, and so when I was leaving in the new shoes, they got some on them, too. So I drive a small distance before I realize I have to find the source, and get it off of me. So I changed my shoes again.
And now I swear I can still smell it. I hate that.
This is a bad, baaad day. Leave me alone, ok? Ok.