The day began with our exterior house painter banging his ladder on our roof and I’m sure seeing one of us naked through the bathroom window. And by the way, there’s nothing worse than someone seeing you naked while you’re totally unaware. It’s not the feeling of violation that bothers me, it’s the not knowing to suck in my gut that pisses me off .
After breakfast and before the kids came over, I took the dog (Mr.Bojangles) out with me to talk with the painter. Bo had been barking at him all week and I wanted them to meet so he could see that Bo wasn’t so bad. Well as we were talking I heard a familiar tinkling sound. It took a moment for the noise to register (because I was too focused on holding in my stomach). I looked down to see Mr. Bojangles, with one leg hitched up in the air, peeing all over the painters belongings: caulk gun, paint cans, radio, coffee, etc. This man must hate us. …
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