Yesterday was just a craptastic day.  Hubby and I end up fighting again.  But we're married so that shit happens.  I coulda dealt.  It was the other things that happened.  The second I walk out of my building yesterday at 5pm to go catch the bus home, apparently a monsoon had kicked up.  By the time I had walked the three or so blocks to my bus stop, my pants were soaked completely through, as were my socks and shoes, and my coat wasn't doing much better in places.  And I still had the hour-long ride home.  By the time I had gotten to the park and ride, I had realized that whenever I walked, water would splurt up between my toes inside my shoes.  I wasn't too cold on the bus, probably because of all the body heat, but the second I got off the bus, and by the time I got to my car, I was freezing cold.  I couldn't get the heater to be warm enough.  This was definitely cause to go straight home and straight to a nice hot shower, do not pass Go, do not collect $200.  Even the shower I couldn't get hot enough.  That cold was bone-deep.  But between the shower and the warm jammy clothes and fuzzy pink robe I put on, I was starting to get warm. 
 
So I go out and sit on the couch and turn on last week's episode of Fringe that I missed.  I'm less than ten minutes into the episode, and the youngest of our three dogs comes up to me and lifts his leg on my leg.  So much for finally being dry and warm.  While I'm not a proponent of hitting animals, I will admit I spanked the shit out of my dog.  But he's such a big oaf I don't think he felt any of it.  Then I had to go change my clothes.... again.  I did finally get to finish my show, and finally got all warmed up.  I just couldn't believe I got peed on.  After already being soaked through by the weather, no less. 
 
What a day!