Poo or Prison

So, I was bugged today and before I was bugged I was conjuring up a lovely little post in my head to bestow upon you.... but now all the positivity is gone and I want to vomit my minuscule troubles all over this post.

.... I just got done cleaning up poo. Not human poo from diapers -

I so have a handle on that one.

But random, don't know where you came from, probably animal poo strewn in front of my house, sidewalk, and garbage can. 

This tale originates from last Sat when a stinky bucket accompanied with lid was found underneath some fence building materials we were moving off our RV pad in the backyard.

We have lived here for almost two years - this job was a long time coming - and we avoided it as often as possible because it was cluttered with random pieces of wood and fence building materials from a few years back.

But, we (meaning mostly The Beloved :) finally put our work gloves on to conquer this beast....

and there we found the bucket.

Stinky, stinky, bucket.

Left from rental tenants of the past.

It was so smelly that The Beloved did not want to put it in the back of his truck along with all the other debris because if it spilled it would leave a not so pleasant lingering fragrance for time and all eternity.

So, it ended up at the top of the garbage can ready for this Fridays pick up.

Where they spilled it.

Bucket cracked in half,

littering the putrid, chunky liquid all over my street.

(now is an appropriate time to gag a little bit)

It smelled like horse poo but had to be dog feces scooped up and left in a bucket from a long, lllooongggg time ago.

The garbage man was kind enough to inform me of the incident but this was soooo not on my to-do list today.

What do ya do?

Unfortunately you (meaning me) cleans it up.

And then you feel sorry for yourself and go buy a Pepsi and some Taco Bell because YOU ARE SO SICK OF EATING HEALTHY,

cancel the scheduled trip to the zoo because you can't stand the thought of smelling more animal poo,

and then you blog about it -

because it brings you joy and makes you feel vindicated after being victimized by pet owners and their lack of responsibility in the poop and scoop (into the trash receptacle) department.

The End. 

P.S.

When I am over feeling sorry for myself I will gladly share my original post idea re: our spiritual experience at the prison.