I heard the muffled growl from the other room and looked to the sky in prayer. I blew on the imaginary dice and threw them against the velvet bumper inside my head, hoping it was only gas.
As you can see, my run was over. No dry fire on this one. I crapped out. Literally.
On the upside, this outfit had a zipper that ran from neck to foot, which was helpful, because it contained the ‘bulk’ of the spill.
On the downside, I’m no stranger to picking dog crap out of the treads of my running shoes, and we were headed down a very similar road.
I faced a decision.
Spend a few hours picking blowout from the zipper-teeth of this outfit, giving it an overnight bleach marinade OR quietly put this garment out of it’s misery and sit down for a cold beverage. After zero minutes of deliberation, I bagged and tagged this beauty and sent her on her way to the landfill.
Rest in Peace outfit, we’ll miss having you around.
Burning them would have been another viable option.
A bag and tag was the only viable option when a cold beverage was in the offing!
Poop happens 🙂 be glad it was contained. The rats won’t touch that side of the landfill. Good “green” recycling.
Wife and Mommy says
I have done the same thing!
Oh, but look at her face 🙂 My son had a similar thing happen…when he was in kindergarten…he’s 13 and still reminds me, “Remember when you threw my jeans away in the dumpster at school?!?”
What? The teacher wouldn’t let him use the bathroom.
[eyes go wide]
Oh, but look at her face!
[sound of door, SLAMMING!]
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