Know what sucks?

Throwing out your back the first day of a luxurious three-day weekend sucks, that’s what.

Especially when the outfit you wanted to wear to your best friend’s wedding reception (to be held that evening) consists of slinky, sexy 3″ high heeled boots … and you decide to wear them anyway, despite being able to take only baby steps in them. That sucks.

And then trying to get up the next morning after you laid in bed so long that you think your bladder might explode because you were trying to avoid the pain of actually having to move … and you just barely hobble yourself to the bathroom “in time.” That sucks, too.

And then the next morning, the last free morning of your three-day weekend, you’re so sore all over that you want to cry, you lay in bed until your eyeballs start floating again, then you hobble to the bathroom to do your thing … and step in dog poo so fresh that it’s still warm and you can’t bend over to either clean off your left foot or the mess that’s mooshed into the beige carpet.

That really sucks.

BUT crying in front of your puppy and having her lick your leg to help you feel better … well, that’s sort of nice.

Now if I could just teach her to clean up her own poo – or even better yet, to take herself out for a walk so no one has to clean up her poo?

Priceless.