I got sharted on!

I'll get to the tittle of my post in a minute. But first I wanted you to see what goes on in my house in the morning. While Einstein and I get ready for work this is what you can expect to find from the other two people* that live with us.

First we put Thomas on the couch until he is fully awake. He's a slow waker-upper. Then when he's ready I usually hear a "Maaaaaa?" Which is my cue for juice. We've added the little snack because it keeps him occupied. Once he gets the snack, he usually gets a friend too. He's pretty good at sharing though :)

Then, when the snack is gone, he drags Norman around the house like he's a prisoner. Norman will give us a look as if he's saying "Are you seriously, letting him do this to me?!?!"

(notice the walkman radio Thomas is wearing on his wrist...he he he He finds random stuff in the morning!)

So now for the the title of my post. I didn't feel bad for poor Norman one bit this morning while Thomas Trouble paraded him through the house like a prisoner. Nope, NOT AT ALL. Why? Well because last night poor little Norman SHARTED on me! We all know what it means to shart, right? Yeah, well I've NEVER been sharted on before! I was totally disgusted. Einstein thought it was hysterical though. You see I put all of Normans bedding in the wash last night. Around 8:30 Norman was looking to go to bed but his bed was in the wash. So being a nice little doggy momma I decided to let him up on my lap under my blanket. He was there for a little while before abruptly jumping down. Then he started licking, I mean cleaning himself excessively. Then I FELT it and SMELT it. (I know, I know........whoever smelt it dealt it, right?) I looked down and low and behold the shart was on me! Gross, isn't it?