Life in the Poo Lane

From August, 2008

This is what I woke up to a week ago yesterday.  I went out to take Zooey on one her daily grass hunting trips (which, at last count, amount to six-hundred-and-thirty-one forays per day, only three of which resulted in any approved behavior) and was greeted by this wonderful banner, created by my equally wonderful husband.

Which got him off the hook for the "none of your business" comment I'd received from him when I asked him what was taking him so dang long in the basement the night before.

Zooey and I walked around the yard a bit, and I continued to admire the quality and craftsmanship of the banner...mainly how the letters were all of the same height and that there were no typos.

As I was reflecting on what the last twenty-seven years have brought us, I noticed Zooey doing her business - in a really major way - right underneath my beautiful sign.  "Zooey!" I cried.  She responded by bounding over to me, wagging her tail, her tongue hanging out of her mouth.  She thought I was happy with her.

Well, I thought, that's pretty accurate.  Marriage is sometimes more crap than you bargained for - in inappropriate places and inconvenient times.

But there's also a lot of stuff that makes you laugh and smile and forget about the poo.