Who needs weekends filled up by parties, clubs, and socializing? It all seems so empty and pointless when this is the alternative:

We recorded Jekyll so we could finish watching the first season of Extras on DVD. After Extras, Tony played a little Madden '08 while I created color palettes on the Internets. We stayed up past our usual ten o'clock bedtime and hit the sack around midnight. Jekyll was replaying on BBCAmerica, so we switched it on. About halfway through, we heard The Smoosh go into her litterbox for her evening...constitutional. The foul stench took seconds to waft its way into our bedroom from the adjacent bathroom. We knew this meant an ugly situation was at hand.

She was in the middle of cleaning herself when Tony picked her up to survey the damage, and it was worse than we expected. For starters, she had a huge poop clump hanging from her haunches. Worse, though, was the fact that she managed to smear poop all over her mane while she was cleaning herself. Tony held her still while I cut the poop from both areas with scissors and cleaned her up, gagging the whole time. And I missed 15 minutes of Jekyll!

Now don’t you wish your weekend was as exciting as that?