And the hits just keep coming...

Not great day at work. Sorry, Santa. I tried to be good. Really, really. The rest was a blur. I had to clean the Bouncy House. Bouncy Houses get smelly. They get wet and then no one cleans them and they start to smell like your Great Uncle's Cabin. That's the only way I can describe that smell. Like must and mildew had sex. Stanky.

Then you gotta let the damn bouncy house dry. I let it dry. I packed it up. It's done. Who used the bouncy house? Why was it stanky? Who cares if it gets stanky? Why does that cause me stress? How many more questions can I string together? Did you think that was the last one? Or is this? Could it be that I will go on questioning like this all night?

Nah. This is getting stanky too, and Lord knows, I'll be the one to clean it up. Rock me Amadeus!