I feel fussy

I feel fussy.  I don't if it is the weather or the season or a combo of both but I am really struggling not to be ugly.

The weather has been bleak.  It's a good thing I don't live in Seattle where it rains 200 days a year!  It has been gray and damp.  Not a full on rainstorm with thunder and the sound of water splashing through rain gutters.  More like a giant unseen spray bottle set on mist for days on end.  Everything is moist and soggy.  Slick and muddy.  My dogs don't want to go outside to potty.  When we force them outside they run to what used to be our backyard but is now just a big mud puddle, do their business then run back in tracking doggy mud prints through the house.  The cat won't go potty outside in the wet either so we have moved her little box to the garage.  The dogs seem to think it is a snack dispenser because they go out and eat Kitty's poo then spend the night throwing up clumping cat litter poo.  Now that I think about it I guess I could see why I might feel a little fussy!  Did I mention that the cat poo gives my dogs bad bad gas?  And that the cat getting up on the counter eating the kids leftovers gives her bad gas?  So instead of the pine freshness of a Christmas Tree or cinnamon spice from the apple cider jelly I am making it smells like rotten eggs.

Ok, so I got it off my chest.  Now to play the happy game.  The constant mist has given everything much needed moisture.  It will be much easier to weed my sad garden and flower beds.  I can start getting my beds ready for early spring planting and can probably get some potatoes in the ground.  Ummm, that's about all I have right now!  If I could up with a happy reason for doggy gas and muddy foot prints I will be sure to share!