I love it when you share photos of the inside of your house!!! Please do so often. I just love you and your house. I mean, you can skip the poo shots, but it's up to you.
And... don't forget to turn off the camera's date stamp. :)
Big hug for the poo. It's like life insists on throwing it at people literally sometimes, as if the metaphoric stuff hadn't made its point properly so it needs literal reinforcements.
Steph- Just as soon as I have the time to figure it out. I AM a technotard, you know.
Nola- You're right. But the damn chickens just don't like to help around the house. I have no idea why. There's plenty of tasty bugs they could help me with. At least.
Mwa- In this case, I must need more literal reinforcement than other pet owner on the planet.
Hey, poo happens! Happy Thanksgiving, Ms. Moon, and thanks for reminding me of the price that must be paid for having so many loved ones around at Thanksgiving. Mine are scattered around the continent. mmmwwwwaaa!!!
Oh, I laughed when I saw this. I am going to show it to my 9 yr old son. He is asking and asking for a dog. But they do help eat all the crumbs that a boy would leave on the floor, tight?
Oh my god. This just took me back to when I had a 4 year old and was super pregnant with my daughter and I'd come home with my hungry, tired child with a load of groceries to unload and I also had to pee...and I'd find a pile of cat vomit or cat poop on the fringe of the rug. She hit the fringe nearly every time, I swear. Not fun times. Somehow, it will all come together. Triage--start at the poop and move to the perishables! :-)
Mr Moon built such a nice chicken house. Could he build a dog house too?
ReplyDeleteMe, I may be gearing up to bring my incontinent, getting blind and deaf dogs to a final vet visit.
Don't know if I can do it, but with each peanut and lake of pee that soaks behind the cupboards, the day gets that little bit closer...
I love it when you share photos of the inside of your house!!! Please do so often. I just love you and your house. I mean, you can skip the poo shots, but it's up to you.
ReplyDeleteAnd... don't forget to turn off the camera's date stamp. :)
Oh no!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
ReplyDeleteAnd good golly, was there any food left at the grocery for anyone else?
That is an astronomical amount of food. And shame on the dog. I hate when that happens...
ReplyDeleteI hope the chickens helped you unload all your purchases. Eggs are nice but you could really use some household help right now. :)
ReplyDeleteBig hug for the poo. It's like life insists on throwing it at people literally sometimes, as if the metaphoric stuff hadn't made its point properly so it needs literal reinforcements.
ReplyDeleteJo- I'm with you, baby.
ReplyDeleteSteph- Just as soon as I have the time to figure it out.
I AM a technotard, you know.
Nola- You're right. But the damn chickens just don't like to help around the house. I have no idea why. There's plenty of tasty bugs they could help me with.
At least.
Mwa- In this case, I must need more literal reinforcement than other pet owner on the planet.
Marsha- Yes, they had a few cans of brussels sprouts left, I think.
ReplyDeleteThe Dish- YES! Shame on the dog(s)!
Hey, poo happens! Happy Thanksgiving, Ms. Moon, and thanks for reminding me of the price that must be paid for having so many loved ones around at Thanksgiving. Mine are scattered around the continent. mmmwwwwaaa!!!
ReplyDeleteLopo- So great to hear from you! Are in in Merida? Next year- I'm coming down there to celebrate with you. That okay?
ReplyDeleteI'm in Florida! Haven't gotten myself down there yet!
ReplyDeleteOh, I laughed when I saw this. I am going to show it to my 9 yr old son. He is asking and asking for a dog. But they do help eat all the crumbs that a boy would leave on the floor, tight?
ReplyDeleteCircus peanuts?
ReplyDeleteLopo- Okay. Well, you want to come here for Thanksgiving?
ReplyDeleteMichele Renee- Yes. They do eat crumbs. And turn them into poops.
Aunt Becky- Not quite.
Oh my god. This just took me back to when I had a 4 year old and was super pregnant with my daughter and I'd come home with my hungry, tired child with a load of groceries to unload and I also had to pee...and I'd find a pile of cat vomit or cat poop on the fringe of the rug. She hit the fringe nearly every time, I swear. Not fun times. Somehow, it will all come together. Triage--start at the poop and move to the perishables! :-)
ReplyDeletethat was me yesterday. woof.
ReplyDeleteLord. In my house that poop would end up with a big UGG imprint cause I never look where I'm going.
ReplyDeleteGlad to see that poop maintained its integrity.
You know what I think. Kill or otherwise dispose of the yappers and keep only Pearl. BIG problem solved!
ReplyDeleteI love you!
I hope you have a poop and yap free day.
xoxo pf
Jesus H. Fucking dags, as Brad Pitt would say.
ReplyDeleteAlternate Titles: "Why ATT doesn't own pets."and "Children are quite enough. They leave their own peanuts..."
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