You would think, at my age, I would be smarter than to have done something like this but . . no, apparently not.
This morning, before daylight, I had ribs in the smoker. Any time I mess with the smoker, no matter how much I wash my hands, they still smell like smoke so I came in, took a shower, washed my hair and got dressed. I was ready for my day! Ready for almost anything!
When Rita came along, all the good rugs got picked up pretty quickly. We now have Walmart rugs and runners (hardwood and tile floors). The rugs have the rubberish backing and I can toss them in the washer and hang them on the line to dry.
Old Speck has gotten to where he goes to the door (which he’s always done) but he doesn’t give us much warning. This morning, I knew he went to the door, I was picking up my knitting and the iPad and getting everything situated so I could get up. By the time I got there, he had peed on one of those rugs.
I picked the rug up and was going to throw it in the washer but thought I would go out and beat it against a tree to get some of the dirt and grass clippings out to keep them from going into the septic tank.
With the rubber backing, that rug held everything Speck deposited and when I hit it against the tree, it was like smashing a water balloon. Pee . . all over me! In my hair, on my clothes, on my feet! I came in and took another shower, washed my hair and got dressed in clean clothes. You can bet I won’t do that again.
That was all before 10:00 this morning.
The dryer just went off . . clean sheets. I think a nap is in order!