I forgot I wasn’t muted in an all hands today, so I was, sadly, heard asking my dog, “do you want up ups??? Does the queen want up ups from her servant?” I will recover, but not in this lifetime.
The dental floss currently holding my sanity together is that my chihuahua’s day is made every time she gets to accompany me to the bathroom for another iced coffee fueled poop explosion. We call them Mom Poop Party Time. She is my greatest champion.