July 06, 2008

Dooty Duty.

The dog's droppings in the front yard or while out on a walk.

The cat's litter box.

Jade's soiled underwear (we're potty training).

Lately, I seem to be spending a lot of my time in the feces management sector. It's the career that I never asked for, that I don't love, that I don't find rewarding, and don't even get paid for.  I would quit, but I can't.  My family's counting on me.

At the other end of the occupational spectrum, just before I went on the road last month, I celebrated my second anniversary of self-employment! Yay!

1 comment:

Marian said...

Feces management, huh? I'll bet you still prefer it to doing dishes!