One of our stupid, stupid cats jumped into the toilet today.

The great thing is, it waited until the precise moment between ending the evacuation of the bladder and flushing the toilet make it's move.

I had to give it a bath, and once I was done, I figured "Hey, my wife would love to see this."

So I went looking for my phone. I went for my dresser - no phone. I went out to my truck - no phone. I went to the kitchen counter - no phone.

And then it hit me.

I opened the washer and pulled out the sweatshirt I had worn to the gym. In the little kangaroo pocket?

My phone.

Also, the Falcons lost.

So yeah, that was my day.