bird crap.

this is what happens when i come home. my car, chester, becomes target for all of johnson counties birds to do their business on. every time i walk out to my car, i have a new surprise waiting for me. and then it makes me want to wash my car, but then i think.

a. i shouldn't use money on that

and

b. birds will continue to poop on it after it is washed, so what is the point.

so i have to push my OCDness about my clean car aside and focus on something else.

on another note, i have been golfing the past couple days and my body is sore. because i have also been lifting heavy objects. and yes. i am not made for that.

and on my last note, dear skip bo god. WHY CAN'T I EVER WIN A GAME ANYMORE? i don't think i have won in like 2 months. and this is not an exaggeration.

well friends, miss you, love you and if you are not doing anything this week in the afternoons, call me. i have pictures to hang and a store to organize.