7/25/25

 Moe thought he was helping me work this morning. This was my view for a bit. It seems like today we are not going to respect personal space boundaries. (Does he ever? Nope). He just stared at me for quite a long time. At least he is cute. 🥰 

After work, Paul and I drove to camp with the dogs. Within the first 15 minutes, we witnessed a road rage incident where one lady was driving like a maniac and the other lady didn’t appreciate it. The lady that didn’t appreciate it, was flipping the other lady off. She chucked a water bottle at her car. The lady deserved all of this as she was driving like she didn’t care if she, or anyone, lived.

As we drove further, the crazy lady continued to drive crazy and pissed off other drivers. We saw a sea of middle fingers emerge from cars as this horrific driver passed them. Good times.

We arrived and immediately was greeted by a stray toilet. Someone’s used toilet was sitting on our property with a traffic cone on it. We have become the butt of someone’s joke. We embraced it as it was hilarious. Whose toilet was this? A story merged about one of our neighbors using the toilet. Another story emerged that the stool in the toilet was dog stool. 

We never actually lifted the seat to confirm or deny poop in the toilet. 

The toilet mysteriously moved in the middle of the night. Paul came back giggling sharing that he had fallen moving the toilet to someone else’s dock.

What a stupid and fun gift to share with others……a used toilet.

And that is how our day went.