Wednesday, July 29, 2009

Don't massage unidentified bags

Today Micah and I were heading out to the library. On the way out, I threw some trash away and then saw a little grocery bag bundled beside the trash can. I didn't know what it was, so I picked it up and started to feel out what the objects were inside.

Shouldn't have done that.

All of a sudden I remembered something I had seen yesterday - my mother-in-law scooping dog poop in the backyard. I promptly put the bag down - I had been feeling canine feces!

1 comment:

R.A. said...

I can just picture the look on your face. Ew.