Pens and PTSA. And dog turds.

I just found a pack of the nicest pens I've ever owned.  Yes.  Such success today.  Baked a cake (chocolate), mixed up the icing into the proper color (Tardis blue), cleaned a bit (under the bed), packed a bit (scarves, books and two mugs), read some of Dante's Inferno. 

Oh, and yesterday during a PTSA meeting my dog, in his profound excitement, pooped under the table and nobody noticed until after the meeting. 

Nobody said anything, anyway.  Noticing and drawing attention to the mongo dog turd under the dining room table are two rather different things.