Cooked Toots

Matt is working late because of tax season (I can hear my 3 readers now saying blah, blah, blah we know) but he is. I go to bed around 9:30. I just can't stay up later than that. Incredibly sad, I know. I do this because I wake up everyday at 5:30, except on Saturdays when I can make myself sleep until 7:30 and it's just glorious! Anyhoo, back to the story.

I have a little electric heater that I carry around the house with me. Matt and I have different opinions concerning the temperature of our home and this portable electric heater is my best friend (and it solves our problem in a very inexpensive way). Another thing you should know is that Midas is gassy. He just is and he can't help it. So Matt came home from work at 10:30 at which point I had been in bed asleep for an hour. Evidently, Midas had been tooting and I had no idea due to my unconscious state. I also was painting the crown molding in our bedroom prior to bedtime that the owners before us totally screwed up (pictures to follow) and that smell was festering in our room. I wake up when Matt walks in and hear him saying, "UGH!! It smells awful in here! Your heater has been COOKING his toots! And that paint smell! Is it even safe to sleep in here? LANA! Should we go sleep in the guest room?!"

Haha. Cooked toots.