My life

I need you to picture this: Today is a pj day. I've done absolutely nothing to myself since I rolled out of bed - after going to bed with my hair wet last night. Embree has dressed herself in mismatched pj's and a few dress up clothes. My little fashionista has been painting this morning and has paint all over her face. A guy came to spray the weeds, so he knocked on front door. I am barely able to step outside leaving Rage (the yorkie), Em and Mav (our massive lab that can't be outside until the weed killer stuff dries) waiting at the front door inside. They are barking loudly and are completely in the way. So I ask the guy how long till I can put the dogs back outside, and um... Should I tie up my goat? At this point Daisy (the cat) comes frolicking over to my feet, and Em calls for me from inside. I crack open the door and ask- where are you? Dogs are frantic. Cat tries to run inside. Weed killer guy says "She's in the window" - and yes, i can then see that she has squished her filthy face against the window to watch us. I can only hope that her body in the window somehow blocked the disaster that is her playroom. Otherwise, I think I may be embarrassed;)