A Mother's Work is Never Done at 20:11
What I'm Doing at 20:11 in 2011... Apparently, Charlie and Daisy are unaware of the nationally recognized holiday of Mother's Day. They still pooped in the back yard, and I still had to clean it up. Even on Mother's Day.
I said from the beginning, this blog was about real life. I had to smile a bit when the alarm went off in my pocket. There I was, in the back yard, pooper scooper in hand... searching for the next pile.
I thought a photo of my target might be a little gross, so I aimed for St. Francis instead. Appropriate, since he is the patron saint of animals. He understands that this too is a labor of love.