Today I changed the litter box after George got home so I could do it without any “help” from Hayley and without worrying about Breanna climbing into the dirty litter box. When I was done, I decided I’d better take the garbage down immediately because it defeats the purpose if you leave a smelly bag of litter lying around.

As soon as I opened the door, Breanna started charging for the outer hallway and I was so busy trying to contain her that I wasn’t paying attention to myself. George came to watch Hayley, who wanted to run up and down the hall and to let Breanna crawl after me. It was then, as I stood out in the carpeted hallway that I looked down. Bare feet. Oops.

Sherry: I don’t know where I thought I was going without my shoes.
George: Loser.
Sherry: I was busy watching my baby.

George then looked down and noticed something else missing. He was standing in the wide-open doorway of our apartment. In his underwear.

George: Oh shit!
Sherry: Yeah. Who’s the loser now?
George: Shut up.

Karma’s a bitch. I’d rather be out in the hall in my bare feet than in my underwear.