but I'm working on it.
Today was a day of painting and yard work. The sort of yard work that stirs the very deepest depths of your soul. Work that drives a deeper connection to the world around you and brings you closer to nature. More than just that spring clean up, or starting the compost bins, this was work of a supremely spiritual nature.
My wife and I spent 45 minutes picking up dog feces from the previous owners dog run. In the sun.
Now yes most of these delightful nuggets of doggie goodness were baked hard as petrified dinosaur turds, but there were still the patches of doggie diarrhea and the inevitable shaded areas of the dog run where things were still... moist.
On the up side I invented a new game to play with children down the road. Poop or Pebble. I even have a song for it:
Today was a day of painting and yard work. The sort of yard work that stirs the very deepest depths of your soul. Work that drives a deeper connection to the world around you and brings you closer to nature. More than just that spring clean up, or starting the compost bins, this was work of a supremely spiritual nature.
My wife and I spent 45 minutes picking up dog feces from the previous owners dog run. In the sun.
Now yes most of these delightful nuggets of doggie goodness were baked hard as petrified dinosaur turds, but there were still the patches of doggie diarrhea and the inevitable shaded areas of the dog run where things were still... moist.
On the up side I invented a new game to play with children down the road. Poop or Pebble. I even have a song for it:
It's poop or pebble time,You just repeat it over and over in various tempos and octaves until your wife goes insane.
It's poop or pebble time,
Is it poopie, or is it pebbly,
It's poop or pebble time!
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