Welcome to our front porch.
Looks can be deceiving. SOOOO deceiving.
This is real life at our house. For those of you who think I do it all…
Yes, I will admit to you that I drop awful smelly poopie diapers on the front porch. The big dumpster trash can stays inside our garage and most days I just sit the diapers on the porch momentarily until they can get put into the big trash can. I’m sorry delivery people.
It’s been a few days of poopie diapers. Ooops.
Today’s #trashouttuesday post is real life – the diapers are gone.
And I absolutely consider this WINNING!!! The front porch is cleaned off!!
I should make note – there was a giant dead bug. I left him there.
And his buddy. Also, this feather. What in the world?!?!?
I’m guessing it came from our birdy friends who like to build their nest here beside our door EVERY spring.
Yes, they poopie all down the stone wall. And yes, Brian cleans it off after they fly away. I consider it our annual contribution to nature. Long live the birds.
Our life is such an adventure, y’all.
You can come visit now and you won’t even smell poopie diapers as you walk in the front door.
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