we played dogsitter to my parents' great dane last week.  on saturday, i went to a baby shower and then to get my nails did with fefa.  as we were sitting in our 2-person suite enjoying mimosas, i got the following phone call from bryan:

bryan:  "hey.  you're not going to believe what just happened."

me:  "what?"

bryan:  "bentley just had explosive diahrrea all over the second floor.  he walked from one side of the room to the other...  it's EVERYWHERE."

me:  "oh my goodness.  i am so sorry."

bryan:  "yeah, i'm cleaning it up now.  my gag reflex keeps kicking in, but it's gotta be done."

me:  "well thanks honey.  sorry you're having to deal with that."

bryan:  "it's okay.  so what are you up to?"

me:  "we're getting pedicures.  right now they're pouring champagne on my feet."

<silence>

me:  "hello?"