Every morning I get up at 6:15 to take Milo out to potty. Saturday mornings are the same except once we return I don't get ready for work, I sleep in. Way in, like until noon. Don't judge me.

For the past few nights I've slept on my sofa because I have a big pile of laundry on my bed and I don't feel like folding it. (I see you again with the judging!) This Saturday as I drowsily shifted my weight on the sofa, I was confronted by this: