an unsuccessful evening

I think I've mentioned before that I am the proud owner of the world's two worst behaved dogs. Yeah, I am. Anyway, last night one of them decided to pee on our bed. Why? I have no idea. Because that's the sort of obnoxious stuff my obnoxious dogs do. Although, even for Fiat and Mabel, this was unusually foul.

Then, I was taking a bath and Jon tried to hand me the cordless telephone. In the bath. My hands were wet and the phone slipped away and fell into the water. I shrieked and hopped out (okay, hopping might be an exaggeration. I am pretty clumsy and big these days). But I got out fast, with visions of all those movies where someone throws an electrical appliance into the tub to kill someone else racing through my head. I wasn't electrocuted, but the phone is, of course, destroyed. That's $80 we didn't need to spend.