1. Street sweeping is a sham. It says you can't park on our street from 3 am - 6 am on Tuesday and Thursday mornings. I walked the dogs from 6:15 - 6:25 am on Tuesday morning and watched the street sweeper sweep the adjacent street, and approach the intersection to our street, only to turn the other way leaving piles of dirt, leaves and garbage and up and down the empty street. Jackass. I coulda parked there you know!
2. These dogs are trying to kill me. How do I know this? Because of their poop.
2b. Camper has explosive diarrhea. Lets move on...
3. I much prefer walking/taking the train to driving. You never have to parallel park a train. Though parallel parking Dan's truck feels like I'm trying to parallel park a train. On the upside, I'm sure I've given people in the neighborhood plenty of parking enduced entertainment.
4. Was I supposed to eat this week? Dammit.
5. We are EXTREMELY lucky to have such wonderful neighbors and friends. So far this week Teresa has walked the dogs each afternoon, cleaned up explosive diarrhea, rescued my palm tree from certain disaster, and fed Camper his special tummy diet. After all that, she deserves a day at the spa. I'll probably just give her some baked goods.
"What plant?" Photo courtesy of Teresa Goodwin. |
6. I don't like Dan being gone.
1. So glad I discovered your blog.
ReplyDelete2. I thoroughly enjoy how frequently poo is discussed.