"God, I hope that's a raisin."

It wasn't.

You see, what happened was that I stepped on something small and round and brown and sticky. Very raisinish, and our boys tend to spew those all about. But today, Chas spewed something else small and brown and round about while he was wearing training pants.

I thought I picked up all the random turds (which, thankfully, were pretty solid). But no. Had to step in one. Had to have it stick to my foot. Had to clean up with a Clorox wipe.

Thank you, and good night.