Today after coming home from one of the worst days at work I've had in a long time, I was standing at the counter cleaning up some fish juice that had leaked all over the place, and I happened to glance down too see a small pile of dog poop that I hadn't noticed previously. I then briefly wondered why there seemed to be a footprint in the dog poop. It turns out there was a footprint in the dog poop because I had stepped in it. With my fuzzy slipper.
Perfect end to a perfect day.