So this morning, one of my dogs made a mess of our carpeted basement. Clearly, he had eaten something last night that didn't sit well on his stomach--and the basement was the unfortunate recipient of his many gifts.
The good news is, the basement has a turntable in it--so the Genesis album "Invisible Touch" served as the soundtrack to my poop patrol duties. Now things are clean again... thanks to Phil Collins, a scrub brush, and a little elbow grease.
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