land mines
Land mines....that's what we've always called them....the cat poop piles in the gravel. Robert almost put his knee in one when he proposed, and today another milestone. Eme, Lex, and Robert were at the porch, and Ele was helping me unload the car, when I yelled at White Cloud to stop it.....needless to say she was pooping in the gravel. Ele turns and sees her, then yells at the top of her lungs, with her arms spread wide, "Listen up everybody! There is a fresh pile of poop! Watch out! White Cloud did it! There is a fresh pile!" The whole neighborhood now thinks (after my chasing Taco around everwhere, yelling for him) that we have some serious Mexican food eating bowel problems, and that's the reason we value our toilet paper so highly!
Yall have a great day....God Bless!
Yall have a great day....God Bless!
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