It's a brighter day! Spicy ginger and garlic chicken in the oven, flip flops on my feet. Headed into the backyard to de-poopify it. Delilah is a poo-prude, we've decided. She has issues with poopin while on walks; she always saves it for the yard. Bucket, in typical man-style, will poop anywhere, anytime--including the yard in prolific quantities.
In other news:
I have to work every day except Thursday next week. But OH! the overtime! Right? Right. And I'm only "alone" (aka, the sole supervisor) in the store for two hours on Tuesday night. That makes a huge difference in my "I hate this f*$&ing job" mantra. This week it will simply be "I hate these f**#ing hours".
Poo awaits.
1 comment:
Oh the joy of poo patrol...
Kev was on duty last time. Ahhhh.
Josie doesn't like to poop in our yard though, she will, but prefers to do it THREE TIMES each time we go on walks. It's like she saves it all up for those times.
Holidays will be over soon (that's my mantra) and with it the stupid people will crawl back under their rocks again...
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