Doo Doo and Delivery

Last Saturday Daddy got up early and went running while I.....

didn't.

I took a shower so I could be ready when he got home so we could leave as soon as he showered.

We were going to Smithfield to pick up a bed for our friend April.

She was lucky and got to take her two little girls to Lagoon instead.

Wait...Lagoon with little ones?

Maybe WE were the lucky ones.

Anyway, by time we got ready to leave I got a text asking if we could wait until later in the day because the weather postponed their (bed owners) boys' game.

So we did some much needed yard work.

Our neighbor, Dixie, has been awesome to weed the garden since it has been planted!

I weeded the front yard, if you can call it that. We actually have two side yards and a back strip.

While I was working on the bigger flower bed Daddy comes over to me and asks me:

"What does that smell like?", while holding out his gloved hand.

I bout gagged and he just starts laughing.

He was trying to tell me what it was but he was laughing too hard.

He finally got out that he had picked up some dog doo doo because he THOUGHT it was dry and he didn't want to run over it with the lawn mower.

It was NOT dry.

Oh he thinks he is funny.

I think my trust level has fallen.

But it was worth it to see him laugh so hard.

Even if he DOES laugh silently.

We then went over and picked up the bed and stopped at Home Depot to get me some new yard lights and headed back to town.

We mostly beat the storm and luckily we were able to pull in the carport to unload the bed.

We got that all set up at April's, ran to get a couple of things at the grocery store, went home to build some dinner and called it a long, sweaty, stinky and productive day.

THE END