We let the shitter get a little too full.
Tim’s outside on dump duty (HAHAHA! Duty. You see what I did there?).
I opted to do indoor cleaning, and thought that was the better deal.
Next time, I’m going outside too. Like at least across the county line.
Well, that’s disappointing.
I thought it said Death Star.
We were invited to a neighbor’s RV for a get-together this afternoon!
I brought cantaloupe slices, and put on my best “of course I love making small talk with strangers” face.
— sound of vinyl record screeching to a halt —
It’s all fun and games until the hostess springs her multi-level marketing “opportunity” on you, complete with video.
Tim’s usually pretty good about noticing when I’m tapping out S.O.S on my leg, but he missed it this time because he had his eyes closed in protest.
This area at the top of the stairs is one of Lola’s favorites. Of all the places where she can be in the way, this one is in the wayest.
I can say things to the armed sentry at the gate, like “Dude, I’ll try not to take you out with my big wide rear end,” and totally get away with it.