The culprit

I woke up this morning in a fog.

It has been an exhausting couple of weeks.

This past week I have been unpacking the house like a crazy woman;

Getting things organized, working a garage sale at the neighbors, and second shooting a wedding on Saturday.

The week before I was in sunny Arizona working my tail off.

I apologize to anyone who saw me the last two days of that trip. I was worn out, exhausted and kinda grumpy. Oops. Do you still love me?

Anyways so I woke up this morning and sauntered into the TV room.

That's when I rubbed my eyes and did a double take when I saw the area rug.

Um. What. Is. That. I asked myself.




Was I so exhausted from this past weekend that I got up in the middle of the night to "Chase the dragon"....

No. Impossible, I thought.

I would NEVER ever do that. Maybe? No. No way.

So I picked up the phone to call the police because a drug dealer MUST have broken in late last night/early this morning to seperate his cocaine into grams (is that how they sell it?) on my area rug.

Then I looked on the coffee table and found this;





Okay now that makes a little more sense.

Dangit Corey and his stinky feet.

P.s. who even just dumps powder on their hooves and leaves the carpet all tore up?

I guess its a good thing I love that guy so dang much.