A puddle of poo and good morning to you!

There she is..the red headed, scabbie kneed culprit. This morning I awoke to her chatter and she was saying, hey damaw, it's poo! Oh, really? Like I didn't know. Seems she slept through the most disgusting poo of her entire three years and the casualties included the sheets, the pillow cases, two blankets, a teddy bear and a new comforter. And this is before I even had coffee. Those of you who own small children know how it works. You gag, strip them, gag some more, carry them under the arms well away from your body to a bubble bath while they giggle and point out the obvious. "It's poooooooooooo!"

Then you dry them, dress them, bleach the tub and go wash all the mess. Only I'm not the mom anymore so I do NOT do poo. Here she is laughing on a bench while I dispose of the casualties in the dumpster. Oh, yes, it's hilarious because .."It's poooooo!" That's one advantage to being old. You can just buy new stuff. She went home, the house smells good again and I have coffee. Good morning..finally. I feel sorry for the garbage man, but, he chose his lot. Yes, she IS just as cute as Suri or Shiloh, but, Angelina and Katie have people who do poo. That's the only thing that makes their pooers cuter. Hey, Lissy Looo, it's pooooooo! Shakes head and sips coffee. This must have been how John Mayer felt when he was with Jessica Simpson.