I mean that literally
I was at the zoo for a special event Sunday night.
When I went to take out the snake, I noticed there was a huge glob of wet, white stuff. I am no expert on poop, but I figured it was snake poop. Policy is, if a snake poops, don't handle it.
So I went for a chicken instead.
As soon as I put it on my lap, it pooped all over my pants.
Chicken poop is smelly. And gross. And hard to clean.
And before any of this happened, I watched the Cubs.
Poopy is a polite way to describe how they played the Padres, one of the worst teams in the league, this weekend.
M y morning plan was poopy too.
Get up early, weed the front garden before it gets hot, shower, have breakfast. Sounds simple, right?
Never did get outside.
I just didn't feel like it....thinking Monday will be cooler and a better day to weed and pick the last of the beans.
Now I think I will just head off to bed. For some reason, I feel pooped.
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