Okay ... I will admit that I am not saint like ALL THE TIME and am not likely to be swept straight to heaven without a pit stop to ponder in Purgatory.
I have tried to be loving and understanding and patient with Bandit's increasing senility (and inability to remember that OUTSIDE is the appropriate place to pee). But sometimes a confluence of events will just ... PUSH ... ME ... OVER ... THE ... EDGE.
I am balanced at the the precipice when I am running late to go somewhere ... step out of the shower ... the phone rings ... I run to get it ... and step into a warm puddle. It's usually my friend Frank on the line to tell me he's going to be late -- OR (even worse!), HE'S EARLY and he's calling because I didn't answer the door.
And I yell at HIM.
Yes. I am a bad person. He has yet to pee on my floor. But there is some surreal link between him ringing my phone and puddles of pee. Into which ... I ... STEP.
So ... is this a venial sin or should I just reserve an RV spot in purgatory?