No one knows where it came from, but watch out, or it will end up on your hand.

Last night, I was sitting here at my desk, working on putting the Daily Photo up. I had been here a few minutes when I caught a whiff of something that was fouler than my feet normally are. Imagine if will, me reaching to grab my foot to examine the bottom of my shoe. We’ve all done it when searching for poo on our shoe. But the poop wasn’t on the bottom of my shoe. No, it was on the side on my shoe. Right where my hand went to grab said shoe for to investigate the source of the poo smell. Poo hand and shoe. Awesome.

After getting my hand and my shoe thoroughly washed, the search for the source of the turd began. This was a curious turd. First off, I knew this was no cat turd. How did I know? For one it was bright yellow ochre and not the raw sienna of my cat’s turds. Second, it smelled like a dog turd. The way Gingko smells when it is mating season. e.g. Not good. Since it was established to not be a cat turd, this ruled out its source being an internal (meaning within the house, not meaning from a colon) one. Externally sourced yellow poo.

Once I was cleaned up, I put different shoes on and grabbed the flashlight. Let the search for the turds begin. The only time that I had been outside in recent history was to take out the trash, so that’s where I headed, carefully observing the path to the trash cans. Nothing. The area around the trash cans yielded nothing as well. Interesting. Pancake Land had taken some trash out around the same time and she didn’t step in poo. There can only be one explanation for this. A splinter cell of a terrorist organization obviously infiltrated the security system of the house and planted the mystery turd in my office because they hate my freedom.

And that was about the most exciting thing that happened all day. The day of errands and Bones with Teacher Sis was incredibly laid back compared to the turd. It was pretty bad.

Also, Dave sent me this brilliant little nugget of joy yesterday:

For that cheesy drizzle dripping on your chisel.

Today is Monday. That means I’ve got History of England this morning. After class it mug o’clock. I’ve got to work on mugs for AdairYa. Tonight, gym. Other than that, no idea what is going on today.

All I know is that I have to go finish this coffee or the terrorists will win. Have a great week. More soon. ~SC