On Monday I was pooed and weed on Minnie. I was holding her when Dad decided that trying to suck a shoe up with the hoover was a good idea. The resulting noise scared the bejeezus out of my poor rat baby and my clothes paid the price. Fortunately she seemed all right later.
As well as traumatising innocent little rodents my father helped me out by measuring my head and height for ordering a graduation outfit. Turns out I'm 5'7, two inches taller than I thought. Actually I think it's closer to 5'6 1/2 but since the gown sizes go up only in full inches and I'll be wearing heels on the day it made sense to go for the higher figure.
In other news, apparently my subconscious is not that pleased to be home as I have had bad dreams both nights so far. The last one involved people trying to shut me in a freezer and was really quite terrifying both during the dream and for the short while after you wake up when it still feels like it really happened to you. It makes me slightly reluctant to go to sleep tonight. Maybe if I read something nice and fluffy before I go to bed it'll help.