There is a poop bag in my driveway. It has been there for days now. I keep wondering if someone other than myself will ever pick it up. I could pick it up, but, "fuck, REALLY?!! was it that much harder to walk the poop bag an extra 20 feet to put it into the trash?
My Hubby, and my son and I have probably passed it each about 15 times by now. I am waiting, just waiting for one of them to put it into the trash already.
My Hubby, and my son and I have probably passed it each about 15 times by now. I am waiting, just waiting for one of them to put it into the trash already.
Mind you, I know at times, I am marginally insane due to the menopause...but why is the poop still there? I know that I haven't cleaned the house like I normally would. Hell, yesterday, I was having my first real period in 6 months...cramps, and all. I hunkered down for a "Dexter" marathon (which I got from the library). I could have cleaned, I should have...I chose not to. But for the love of God, why is the poop bag still in my driveway, for going on 4 days now?
Maybe I am hormonal...and I probably am...but let this be a lesson to all of you men with menopausal women...for the love..put the poop in the trash!!!
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