my life is poop.

not really.

but penny likes to make me think so.

one day i was outside

on my front porch,

chatting on the phone with michele.

isaak was running around, nude, as always.

when all of a sudden,

i caught a glimpse of what looked like

a hershey kiss melted between the buns of penny.

sure enough, it was exactly what i suspected.

i asked penny where his poo poo was.

i hadn't been paying attention

and never saw him drop the log.

he pointed to this pile of pine needles.

and upon further inspection...

therein lies the tErd.

which i had to remove with a plastic bag.

like dog poo.

which is the reason i don't own a dog.

warm plastic covered poo in my hands

is not my favorite feeling.

not but a day later,

i put penny to nap in my room.

he's not usually in my room,

but he was this day thanks to gus.

so i went in to check on him after 30 minutes.

and he wasn't in his bed.

nope.

i found him here.

on the floor.

nEked.

and i found this,

several feet away.

full.

and as usual,

further inspection proved to be quite interesting.

and then even FURTHER inspection,

was stomach turning.
the best part which i didn't get a picture of,

because i didn't notice it until a few days later,

was the beautiful fingerpainted picture he drew

on my full length mirror.

in poo, or course.

not sure what his obsession is with the substance,

but on WT monday last week,

i snapped this shot of he and Emma.

and i wouldnt be surprised

if this is just another one

of his grand experiments.

sorry emma.
he must be getting you back

for always bossing him around.
karma sucks.