Thursday, August 28, 2008

 

If there is ever a poop war..we win.

I had to change Jack's dirty diaper yesterday. It was so bad there was poop between his toes. There were four whole washing machines full of messed up clothes and blankets. The smell was so bad the neighbor's dog ran away from home. The city is going to quarantine this house. The grass has stopped growing. A National Guard helicopter is hoovering over-head. The president has declared us a disaster area. Paint is falling off the walls.

On the bright side all the squirrels and mice have left the neighborhood and there are no more bugs in the house or yard.

Got to go, Dustin Hoffman is at the front door in a bio-hazard suit.

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