No. That is NOT poop I'm eating. It's my yummy dental treat to make my horrible doggy breath....because I eat poop.... smell better.
It's a win-win.
We (that's the royal 'we'...me and mom) had another very very very busy week last week. We (she) 'blasted' the house...again. For a whole month we played the '20-things-a-day' game, where we found twenty items to give away/throw away every single day. My Buddha ball made the cut every day...which was the only reason I played....
A few toys got dumped, which was ok, 'cuz I don't play with toys. But I had to protect my Buddha balls (yes, I have two of them for when I win at hide-and-seek) and my rawhide bone that I only lick---never ever chew. I've had it nearly two years.
All three made the cuts.
I'm golden. (The snowman collection wasn't so lucky.)
We're ready to deliver our fourth car-load of junk treasures to the church yard sale today. We're doing another sweep before we go. Mom has delusions of living a minimalist lifestyle. She needs to look up the word 'minimalist'.
It does not look like this...
(for you knitters out there....notice the 2.5 sock yarn blankets over my head---hard to find them in all the clutter. I sometimes pull them down and sleep on them. Yes. That is a wildebeest sleeping on them now.)
We re'ranged furniture in this 'porch-converted-to-'studio' ' room, and she 'cleaned' off her desk.
(We saw our first hummingbird and first monarch of the year this weekend!!!)