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Lexi
Incidentally, he didn’t make it to the toilet.
He offered to stay and clean it up.
I told him to get out of my house or I’d start my percussion solo again.
He tried to get the puppy to go with him.
She zoomed away from him each and every time.
When he started looking woozy again, I told him if he barfed in my house one more time I’d call security to have him removed.
I guess he believed me because he turned and left.
Cleaning the bathroom wasn’t fun.
But I did it.
And at least you could sanitize toilets and tile flooring.
My area rug was another issue completely.
After I took the dog out and walked back in—the smell of sick hit me like a brick wall.
My patience was gone.
About a week ago.
So, I slid the coffee table over and rolled up the area rug.
Then I carried it over to Trey’s place and dumped it by his door.
I was a few steps away when I heard him say, “I’ll get it cleaned, Lex.”
I didn’t grace him with looking back.
Instead, I shot him my middle finger.
I dealt with the dog and got her ready for doggie daycare.
I did what I could with my hair, and hurried us out the door.
The problem was—I didn’t know which daycare Trey took her to.
The other problem was that the last thing in the world I wanted to do was message Trey and ask.
The other other problem was that drop in spots at doggie daycares filled up fast.
I went to three different ones before I found one that had room.
By the time I’d dropped Hayley off—I had to run one more errand.
All in all, this took up way more time than I’d originally thought.
It had to be done, though.