I have a *migrane* today. The squinny eyed, can't talk, can't think wish I could throw up kind. Thank goodness for spell checker. Let the dogs in a while ago, and noticed... an odor. Oh, it's funky monkey. They rolled in what I guess is chicken poo (can I say poo here?) It's green. Now I get to bathe two dogs while the blood vessles in my skull threaten to burst and I wish I would just have a stroke and get it over with.