Just hit hour 13 of working. Why do people make things so freaking difficult? Had people done things correctly the first time, this wouldn't be my mess to clean up.
Ben was making a coconut/chocolate pie for tomorrow (Pi Day). He had it completed, it was cooling on a rack. All of a sudden I hear "Oh No!" and a loud crashing sound. I grab the dog, holding Hudson's collar, I walk into the kitchen. His poor pie is upside down, on the floor. Chocolate is on the trash can, floor, oven, fridge, and all down his pants. Sorry co-workers, not getting pie tomorrow.
Today can feel free to go away now