So, I have worked diligently in the yard for much of the afternoon, and what do I get as thanks?
A. Bird. Pooped. On my arm.
Stupid bird.
And no, (Amy) I did not burst into tears like I did when your "cute" daughter threw the worm on me.
I just gasped (you know one of those combo gasp/scream things), and ran into the house for a scrub down. You can use Comet on your arm, right? I'm pretty sure I only took one layer of skin off... And I am DONE working in the yard for today.
SOOO gross. But poop seems to be a running theme in my life right now so I guess it's appropriate. And no, you DON'T want to know. Suffice it to say that I will be glad when I am out of this stage.
A. Bird. Pooped. On my arm.
Stupid bird.
And no, (Amy) I did not burst into tears like I did when your "cute" daughter threw the worm on me.
I just gasped (you know one of those combo gasp/scream things), and ran into the house for a scrub down. You can use Comet on your arm, right? I'm pretty sure I only took one layer of skin off... And I am DONE working in the yard for today.
SOOO gross. But poop seems to be a running theme in my life right now so I guess it's appropriate. And no, you DON'T want to know. Suffice it to say that I will be glad when I am out of this stage.
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Now bird poop is another story!