The shower was earned.

I came home today from a fun intense crazy hyper psychotic day. Tired. Fine. I relaxed...until I went to play with the dogs a bit. I went to let them outside but stopped them quick. "Wait, wait, I want to sweep the fallen leaves off the deck." I grabbed the broom and pushed a few broomfulls of yellow leaves off of the deck. Then I realized: I had stepped in poo. Mixed in among the leaves. Hidden under the leaves. Wait a minute...smeared under the leaves...in a broom shape. Blast! I had swept poo with a straw broom. Not fun. Surely that was the worst part, right? Wrong. I realized that I had stepped in some of the fun. Both shoes.

I made my way around the house to grab the hose with sprayer. I proceeded to clean up everything (I'll spare the details) As I was spraying down my shoes, I was sure to get them completely clean. I was spraying the rubber sole so hard, the water was spraying all over. Some might have referred to it as willy-nilly. There was a moment. A distinct moment when I realized exactly what was happening. I was being sprayed with poo mist.

The shower was earned.