I blame it all on this foul weather! Not only has it been raining non-stop for the past 24 hours stranding us at home, the winds are also howling non-stop like a hyena and keeping everybody up at night and sleep-deprived (just ask Bryson and Picasso who probably didn't get a stitch of sleep...)
And look at this satellite map- seems like the entire country's moisture is falling upon us in the west coast. There's power outage and mud slides going on left and right, and our windows are still leaking (our HOA is supposed to have negotiated a deal to fix them the day we bought our loft almost 2 years ago... I guess one could get used to living in a swamp.)
Don't they look thrilled?
Remember that yellow raincoat that Bryson rejected? Since it was too big, I thought it would fit PIcasso just fine. And it kinda did, I thought he looked pretty spiffy, but I forgot the fact that just like Bryson, he's also vertically challenged... Well, the novelty of the raincoat lasted till we hit the stairs. He tried going down a few steps but I could already visualize him tripping and tumbling all the way down to the first floor like a yellow twinkie. We promptly removed this hazard.
I don't know if it's the pouring rain and howling wind, or the fact that Hailey (Bryson's nemesis- the neighbor pit-bull mix) greeted us right when we walked out of the building (whom they promptly greeted back with incessant pulling and barking- well, fake barking for Bryson), both of them refused to pee and poop for the longest time while we all got drenched.
We all had a thorougly wet and miserable day (and constipated as well for the boys, I can imagine). This rain had better stop soon.