Rain, rain go away...

NOT because we want to play outside (even though we would).




NOT because we might like to take a dip in the pool (we do love the water).


NOT because I might need to get out to hit up the bank, the grocery, and Target. We've got diapers and milk, so there's no emergency. I suppose our pantry can sit empty a little longer.

But BECAUSE I'm ready to put the dogs out. I. CANNOT. STAND. THE. HAIR. ANYMORE. PERIOD.



I can tolerate my own hair on the floor, the towels, the furniture. (It's a good thing, too, because I am presently going bald. Darn hormones.) But when I see dog hair floating around and sticking to Little One' spit soaked hands, I gag. The Dyson is staying out today. Hopefully she'll help me nip this in the bud.

**I just needed to get that out. I'll get over this in a few hours. Okay, consider me vented.