Another reason I love my husband is his ability to “roll with the punches.”  Case in point:

So, last night Stephen and I were getting dressed to go out on a “ha day” (hot date,) as Darby calls it.  I was in the bathroom and I heard a faint, “Oh no.” from Stephen  I called out to ask what was wrong and....nothing.  So I continued getting ready.

Then, I heard, “OH NO!”  So, I walked into the bedroom and Stephen was peeling off his pants as fast as he could.  What in the world, I thought! 

“Lenny pooped in my pants!!” 

What??  Well, apparently, Lenny, our baby kitten, couldn’t wait the night before and found the closest thing he could to a litter box on our bed.  He’s too small to jump down.

The next thing I saw was a stripe of poop going down Stephen’s leg and he is completely melting down by this time.  He was jumping around screaming, “I got to get it off!!  I got to get it off!!” 

Of course, being the supportive, empathetic wife that I am, I was laughing my head off! 

Apparently, Stephen had squished the poop in pretty good by rubbing the pocket it was on, trying to figure out what it was.  It was on the inside of his pants on the backside of the front pocket.

Never a dull moment:-)  Life is good.