Why do all of my days feature some sort of poop? I feel like I have been forever doomed to experience poop for the rest of my life. What did I do to deserve this, and how do I get rid of it?
Yesterday was beautiful. Not too hot and not rainy and gross like it was the day before. Dru actually had a rare Sunday off of work and we spent the whole day together. It was wonderful.
We started the day with Chicken Fried Steak and Egg's Benedict. Can you guess who had what? Dru's Chicken fried steak was complete with mashed potatoes and gravy...at 10am. Gross if you ask me, but it was what he wanted.
I then proceeded to mow the lawn. Do you have a deal within your family about who mows? I actually enjoy mowing the lawn and can't handle when it gets long so I maintain the front - Dru on the other hand doesn't care as much and has a boat parked on my back lawn. He is in charge of the back. This is our new summer deal. We will see how long this lasts before I cave and there are boat shaped patches of grass in the back yard. PS. There was dog shit in my yard. I personally don't have a dog, but if I did I wouldn't let it shit in your yard while walking by your house - so don't let your dog shit in mine. Or Beware....Yes this is an open warning to those who live in my small little town in Minnesota.
Speaking of Poop - We also saw Bridesmaids yesterday. And if you have seen it you know what I am talking about, but lets just say ICK. I most certainly could not ever poop in a sink and I will probably never look at Molly (from Mike and Molly) the same again.
And then we finished the day with a nice little fishing trip. Do you like Fishsticks? <---Say this a bunch of times fast to someone. If you read Readers Digest and read the "stupid tweets" section this month and understand what this means - I swear it is funny. @Kaynewest someone was playing a prank on you.
I caught 2 fishes while Dru caught about 20. I am pretty sure he was cheating at fishing. Which meant that I had to cook dinner. Home made meatballs and spaghetti were delicious.
And now that I have rambled on about my day and feel like I am writing a "dear diary" post I should probably leave it at that.