Our walls are covered in strawberry jam. The kitchen floor is covered in shards of glass mixed with said jam. Curious cats and a woman who is all out of paper towels and in a hurry to get into work. That was my morning.
Why do these things always happen when you're in a hurry to get somewhere? Things always seem to happen when you have the least amount of time to deal with them.
Like the time our cats pick to poop. The little bathroom where the cats have their litter boxes is opposite the entrance to our appartment. I can be sure that they leave the biggest and most horrifying poop but only when we have somebody calling over. A neighbor brings a parcel they signed for with UPS? Big fat poop. Party guests arrive and you can rest assured that the cats have made sure to welcome them with their very own creation of "L'air du poop". Yep, you're welcome. Come in and take a deep breath. The cats made sure to make you feel welcome aaaaaaall the way. Huff. Shit day. It was crap. Literally.