Odds & Ends...

QUOTE OF THE DAY: One day your prince will come. For now, he just took a wrong turn, got lost, and is too stubborn to ask for directions...

My sister has been having man trouble. I feel for her. I ultimately prefer a good man over being single. I kissed a lot of frogs before I finally settled down—and even though my life resembles the song “1985” I still can claim some happiness!

On a weather note, I think we’ve finally seen the last of snow (now that I’ve actually said it, I expect the blizzard to hit momentarily) since it’s been sunny and almost 70 every day. My next rant is not for the weak of stomach, so if you’re prone to queasiness, DO NOT READ AHEAD or you’ll lose those crullers and coffee you just ingested…

I am amazed at how, now that the snow has melted, how much DOG POOP is on my grass! I mean, holy cripes! One tiny Cavalier puppy really had that much poop in him over the winter? (I couldn’t scoop it during the months of December through March because there was three feet of snow on the ground—so he just went and went and I lived on in ignorant bliss, not knowing what I was in for when all the snow actually went away).

Determined to tackle the task of scooping up yard poop, I armed myself with a scooper and shovel, and "went for it" yesterday. Let’s just say that I filled up roughly half of a large white kitchen trash bag (oh those poor trashmen are getting a treat this morning) and my arms are KILLING me. But I can happily say I now have a generally poop-free yard. WHEW!

I have to run to the cleaners now (no same-day cleaning after 8:30), but on a more sober note, my thoughts and prayers are with my little four-year old nephew, who is going into reconstructive surgery this morning. He was born with no upper lip at all, and after a few surgeries, this will be hopefully his last. Good luck little guy!