Hey, um, You Forgot Your Calendar

While Joe, on the other hand, has the kind of friends who come into our home and leave smut on the fridge.  Smut, I tell you!

If I had a nickel for every time I've had some water sprayed on me and immediately grabbed my boobs, arched my back, and turned my face heavenward to call on the Almighty, I'd have a lot of nickels.  Am I right, ladies?