What The Hell Wednesday
Wednesdays are great for Wordless and Wordful posts, but we decided to go a different route and create our own Wednesday fun. We figured what the hell. That’s how we started What The Hell Wednesday. Who are we kidding? That’s pretty much how we decide on almost everything. If you want to play along, grab our button on the sidebar, link up to us in your post and don’t forget to sign in to McLinky below. Really, what the hell?
Stacy
Let me just warn you that my What the Hell’swill not be nearly as funny as Elle’s are this week. I have a few WTH’s in my life right now, but none of which are funny or that can be repeated.
Well I had surgery last Thursday. What The Hell?? That was the most painful surgery I have ever had!! I can’t believe how painful it was, never mind the black and blue marks and the swelling! Oh, and before surgery the doctor wrote his initials on my right hip in permanent marker, guess what, they’re still there!
Elle
Don’t read any further if you have a weak stomach, are eating, or just don’t like gross things. You’ve been warned.
Monday was shaping up to be a great day. The kids were back in school and my husband had the day off. I was sitting in my favorite comfy chair typing up a blog post when this horrible stench wafted over to me. What The Hell is that????!!! So I walk over to the kitchen and I catch one of my dogs, Toby, eating diarrhea off of the floor from our other dog, Shadow. Ugh!!!!! Now I am gagging and retching from the smell and the image of my dog with diarrhea on his face. Ugh!!!!! What the Hell??????!!!!!! He’s standing there with an “Oh crap! She caught me!” look on his face. Shadow just had his head turned away. Either because he felt guilty or more likely, because he couldn’t watch Toby eat his diarrhea. Real fun cleaning that up.
Now it’s Tuesday morning. I’m getting J-Man ready for the bus. It’s 8am and we need to be out at the bus stop by 8:05. Then I smell that horrible, but familiar stench again. What The Hell????!! I go back to the kitchen and there in the back hall is more diarrhea!!!! OMG!! Apparently, when a dog eats diarrhea, it gives them diarrhea the very next day!!!!! Who knew?? Also, Toby won’t eat his own diarrhea so I’ve got to clean it all up. But first I have to get J-Man on the bus. The whole time I’m down there, I can’t stop thinking about what is waiting for me when I get back upstairs. Ugh!!!!! I put J-Man on the bus and head back upstairs to clean up that unholy mess. Oh wait, we are out of paper towels and napkins!!!!! What The Hell???!!!! Who does the shopping around here?? Oh ya, me, and somehow in my infinite wisdom I forgot to buy more at my last trip to the store. Crap in a crap-basket!!!!!!! I’m standing at the pantry looking around for something, anything made of paper to pick up the dog diarrhea sprayed all over the floor. The puppy is in the kitchen and can see me the whole time, but he is frantically barking because he’s all by himself and wants attention. At this point I’m feeling pretty stressed. I storm into the kitchen, take the puppy and put him in his crate. Thankfully, he stops barking, probably because I scared him, but at least he’s shut-up. The only freakin’ thing I can find in the pantry is a paper bag. I really don’t recommend picking up dog diarrhea with a paper bag. They lack the proper absorbency and kinda just spread it around even more. What ticks me off the most is that neither of those damn dogs barked to go out on Monday or Tuesday! What The Hell???!!! Shadow is 11 and Toby is 5. They know better! I’m thinking if they had diarrhea it wasn’t a surprise. They must have felt a little ummm…… urgency to go. Really? What The Hell???
