I'm thinking I'm having one of those days when I just need to grab the purr buckets, crawl back into bed, and place the kitty flannel sheets firmly over the top of my head. My morning started off alright until I heard my coffee pot quit brewing mid-flow. Thinking that maybe it was just too gunked up with nasty semi-filtered well water, I washed it inside and out. Evidently, my dish soap is better than I thought because I'm sitting here practically blowing bubbles due to a strange film on the inside of my coffee cup. Yes, I brewed soapy coffee. I've never proclaimed genius status.

Other than the coffee fiasco, things haven't been too bad. I have been chasing Gunny around the house this morning, going from mess to mess. He found out that a fully loaded Capri-Sun makes for an excellent cat blaster. Now my kitties are wet and sticky and he's having a time out. He also re-dumped out his raisins (you know the same ones already covered with cat hair and other unknown ickiness) and made a dirt ramp with salt-n-vinegar chips.

Just a visual reminder from last week:

On the topic of Gunny, I took him to Eureka yesterday to make my bi-annual trip to Tarjayyy (that's Target for you less sophisticated folks). Things were fine there although I was disappointed in that I really didn't find anything I need other than some Bob the Builder DVDs that somehow made it into my cart.

After Target, we hit Costco so that I could get some bottled water sans the grime our water naturally contains. While there, Gunny sat in the main part of the cart so that he could play "MONSTAH JAMZZ!!!" with his Hotwheels and monster trucks. During an exceptionally wild session of car crashing, I saw Gunny adjusting his "junk." Reminding him that more than two shakes equates that you're playing with it, he stopped for a moment and I looked away to check out the liquor deals. Isn't it ironic that tragedy strikes while Momma is looking for a way out?

I heard Gunny say, "Momma, I peed my pants. Weally I did."

I started to argue since I knew I had placed a fresh diaper on his little laundered butt prior to leaving for Eureka. Then I looked down at his pants and saw a huge wet spot covering his thigh and crotch area. Doing the Mommy thing, I reached down to check the visual evidence and found it warm to the touch. During his "playtime" he had managed to work his little leapin' lizard out the side of his diaper and then pee. Why? Why would he do this you ask? Because he's a little boy and his name is Gunny. And he knew Mommy really wanted to go to Ritz Camera before going home but that she didn't bother to pack any extra clothes.

Anyhoo, needless to say I didn't have any additional clothing other than a clean diaper. But he didn't even need that since the pee bypassed the diaper. It was quite the traumatic experience...for me, not him.

Now, as Gunny is up from his 15th time-out this morning, we're watching the morning news and he's explaining to me that everyone has butts and everyone poops. I agree with him and remind him that most people do it in a TOILET. He smiles at this but doesn't agree. Shocking. He then asks to see my "butt cwack" and I tell him no. He offers to show me his and I again say, no thanks. Trying to explain about private parts and modesty to a three year old is exasperating but comical.

It's going to be a long day. Is five o'clock somewhere yet?