It’s almost the end of the day. We’re inches from it. A mere hour left on the clock.
So would it be tempting fate to say I might make it through this cursed day without a fur baby rechristening the family room carpet where I finally — finally! — managed to complete odor and stain removal from Gracie’s potty mishap?
I’m doing it. I’m rolling the dice and saying the thing.
Some folks buy lottery tickets, I make bold declarations like I HAVE COMPLETED A POTTY-ACCIDENT FREE DAY.
I said what I said. So be it.