So now, instead of blogging about my fabulous French manicure and yesterday's interview with the Miss Universe Canada judges, I will be ruining said $40 French manicure by scrubbing shit off my dog's forehead and my floor. I will also be fitting in a visit to the vet somewhere in between taking my dog outside every five minutes, cleaning and picking my mom up at the airport.
Something's gotta give. In this case, it's showering. I haven't washed my hair in four days.
Here's a nice photo of the batboy himself, prior to his shit explosion last night.