The decongestant Patti gave me was working just peachy at knocking me out and breaking up the stuff in my chest. I was sleeping just fine until Spot tipped over my cup of juice onto my bed, two of my stuffed animals, and me at 3:45 this morning. I had to strip the bed, take all the stuff down to the basement and put it in the washer, then come back up and clean up the mattress and the floor next to the bed, the nightstand and the mug from which the juice spilt. Luckily, there was only about 2 oz. in it, but still, gr... I'm determined to stay mad at Spot for a while, but it's so hard because she's so innocent and cute and dumb. Not guilty by reason of adoreable stupidity.