A terrible case of the "Monday's".

It's official. I never want to have kids. Okay, thats a lie. I have been around a ton of really cute, sweet, fun kids over the past few weeks. My niece Helmi, my cousins' kids (Anne, Katie, Rowan and Niall), a friend's little boy. They all really had me thinking maybe I was ready to make the dive to mommy-hood.

Then, Monday morning hit. I went to pick Admiral up from the kennel. Ryan and I were at a friends wedding all weekend so Admiral went on vacation too. No more than 2 miles from the house, Admiral has a major major major accident in the back seat of my car (the very worst kind you can imagine). I won't go into details, but it was bad and it took all I had not to throw up those last 2 miles. I tried cleaning it as best I could (gross) and ultimately took it to a professional detail place to hope they could work some magic. I am afraid it will always smell.

As you read this, I am sure you are all making a mental note to never ever ever ride in the backseat of my car, ever again. I will probably never volunteer to drive anywhere with more than one passenger ever again. And Admiral might be banished from my car forever.

That's my Monday. Really, it can't get worse can it???