Also, could someone find the person who is letting their dog shit in my yard and pummel them a wee bit?
I watched the kids walk down the slightly sloping front lawn to the sidewalk on their way to the bus stop with a big smile on my face. The air is brisk, the morning went relatively smooth and my children were happy and jaunty. About five steps out of the house Olivia slips in a giant pile of shit.
Luckily, I only had to change her shoes and not her clothes. But I'm still pissed as hell. And she was crying the whole way to the bus stop.
Also I'm thinking we should start a book club. And by we I'm talking about you. And you. And you. Everyone.
It seems like all my bright ideas just end up kind of shitty in the end though.
Remember when I wanted everyone to post about a strange encounter? Nobody did that.
Or when I told Becky (regarding this post) that:
"Chuck is almost funnier than Jeremiah. Al-most.
I don't have a really great memory...I'm not really sure what Jeremiah even looks like right now...so I don't think I could recount all of our conversations on my blog for your enjoyment. Let it suffice to say that he is funny."
And then she said:
"erin- we should have a contest to see who's funnier! i text myself when he says funny things so i can remember."
And then I said:
"Becky! We really should! I'll start writing that shit down yo!
And then we'll have a giveaway for one of my hats and everyone who votes on who's funnier, Chuck or Jeremiah, gets a entry in the giveaway!"
Yeah...that never happened either.