I love where we live. But for the past few days, the farmer who owns the field behind our house has been spreading pig manure. That means three days of keeping all the windows closed, going outside as little as possible, not opening the door for more than a quarter of a second at a time, and screaming “OH MY GOD IT STINKS SO MUCH!” everytime we have to spend more than a second outside. Then there’s the going to work and being paranoid that maybe *I* smell like pig manure now! Even though I know that’s fairly impossible!
I stand by my position that if I have to smell crap, I would rather smell horse crap. Because horse crap is the least-offensive smelling of all the craps. Not that I want to smell any crap, thank you.
Also my nephew’s birthday was Sept. 11 and I haven’t gotten him a gift yet. Is it cheaping out to give cash to a newly 17 year old? Because other than that? I have no ideas.
Are you kidding? A 17 year old would LOOOOOOOVE cash!
FButt took the EXACT words out of my mouth.