B*tch Day - December 17, 2025

I was a bitch yesterday.

Shocking, I know.

The day started out okay.  Mid-morning, my aunt came over.  We had a nice visit.  

After she left, I tidied up the sewing room.  My daughter-in-law has been using the sewing room a lot in the past month, making Christmas presents.  She's mostly used the t-shirt press and the cutting machine.  The t-shirt press weighs a TON and must be moved to the cutting table for use.  It's been sitting on the cutting table for about a month.  Believing that the DIL was finished with it, and needing the cutting table for wrapping Christmas presents, I lugged the t-shirt press back to its storage spot.  One hour later, the DIL texted me to ask if she could come over to use the press.  I said yes, but you'll have to move it to the cutting table and move it back when you're finished because I need the table.  (Something's wrong with my shoulder; lifting heavy things makes it worse.)

She came over to do her shirt.  When she pre-heated the t-shirt press, she caught the power cord under the heating unit and melted the cord.  Her project didn't get done, after all.  I sent an old computer power cord home with her to ask Son #1 if we could use it on the t-shirt press.  I did not make her move the press pending an answer about the power cord.

Lately, she has been in the habit of bringing their dog, a big, energetic pit bull, when she comes over to craft.  He's a pretty good dog, but I am just not crazy about animals in my house unless it's necessary.  Right off the bat, I heard him drinking out of the toilet, which disgusted me because he licks me and sneezes on me.  I ran him out of the bathroom and closed all of the doors, then I went out to run an errand.  They (she and the dog) went home not long after I returned.

I spent the afternoon cooking.  The Husband needed an appetizer to take to work today, and we needed something for dinner.  

When The Husband came home from work, he said, "What dog has been here today?"  

I said, "The pit bull.  What did he do?"

"He left something here.  Come look."

I followed him back to our bathroom.  There, in the doorway, was the biggest dog turd I have ever seen in my life.     

I don't do dog poop.  Or vomit.  The Husband knows this.  He took care of the turd.

I snapped a picture and sent it to the DIL.  "The dog left us a surprise.  I did not know it was possible for a dog to poop that big.  He is fired."

I didn't get any presents wrapped yesterday.  The t-shirt press is still on the table.