Friday: It was a beautiful day, and in the back of my mind all day I knew that my workout was not going to happen after work. Sure enough, Rich picked me up from work and we met some friend's for Happy Hour...which turned into happy hourS. When we got home it look like a bomb had gone off in our house. Apparently the pantry door was left open, and the baby gate that usually keeps the dogs downstairs was not put in place. So the girls, Emmy and Fiona, were crated but the boys had free roam of the entire house + access to the pantry. Not pretty! Tanner, the big not-so-bright chocolate lab, ate a bag full of Easter candy, including a chocolate bunny, sweetarts, sour patch kids, and peeps. He also ripped open and scattered a large bag of sunflower seeds in almost every room of the house. He ate a bag of tortilla chips, half a bag of dog treats, several protein bars, and a loaf of whole wheat bread. Well all this delicious goodness upset his stomach...we'll just say I used a lot of carpet cleaner and leave it at that. As I'm trying to vacuum up the sunflower seeds, Fiona and Emmy get all worked up and try to attack the vacuum which somehow turns into them attacking each other. I scream for Richard, he comes running up the stairs and helps me get them separated. Nobody is hurt except for me. I have some teeth scrapes and bruises on my arm. Boxer girls, the ones in my house at least, can definitely be biatches on occasion. So now the messes are cleaned up, my arm is peroxided and Neosporin'ed, and we are ready for bed. Umm...the comforter smells like puke. I can only assume that Tanner puked up some of his feast on the bed, then re-ate it...disgusting. So we strip the bed and realize we're out of laundry deteregent. We utter some curse words, call Tanner several names I won't mention here, and go sleep in the guest room. Good Friday? Not exactly.