I've changed my name coz I'm actually quite embarrassed....but it seems too good not to share. I don;t know whether to laugh or cry (or how long to make dh suffer). Utterly out of character (I know, everyone says that...) dh got smashed off his head last night with just one mate and they went to a strip joint. (I'm not hardline about stripping but he has never in his life been to one outside a stag do, so am a bit taken aback). but that's not the end. he stumbles in at 1 am....tells all, I am shocked. shortly after I notice a foul stench...as if his misdemeanours weren't already great - he's only trodden dog shit throughout the house. what's a girl to do? bloody DOG SHIT. EVERYWHERE.