Pardon the title, but that is exactly what it smells like around here. Instead of the happy ice cream truck ding-a-linging its way past our house,
we get the poop schmeerer lumbering and spraying.
I don't care what you say, Chris Jr, it does not smell like money. It smells like a very large bathroom that needs a septic pumper's attention.
Remember how pristine it was Saturday?
Now check out that once-pristine view...
Black and getting blacker.
Even though it is horribly stinky and fun to make fun of, ultimately I don't mind it. It means we live in the country and we are on a farm. That I can live with.
Mmmm...just seeing those pictures is all it takes and I know exactly what you're smelling!
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ReplyDeleteI forgot to mention that in order to get the pics of the pooper pumper, I had to stand on the picnic table and hold the camera above my head. D. Smith waved kindly to me, much as one would to "the bright insane" [as Anne Morrow Lindbergh describes it], but I think he wondered what the heck I was doing!
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