We have 'em. And this, the fifth iteration of this post (in part, some stuff has been omitted), is one of 'em.
Ah…dog poop. Probably one of the (very) minor reasons my second marriage failed…coz The Second Mrs. Pennington was largely in charge of the particularly odious chore— following behind three dogs, including two pretty good-sized ones— let’s say about 90% of it. And she never hesitated to point out that fact to me.
Call yer Mom! Or better yet, give her a big hug and a kiss if you still can. There comes a time in life when she won't be around, ya know.But, seriously. Happy Mother’s Day to all my favorite Moms, and even to those who aren’t my favorites. I’ll remain cryptic on that last.