Thursday, March 13, 2014

Curse you, winter

On Tuesday, I finally had the pleasure of actually pooping on grass for the first time since December.

It was magical.

Additionally, the bunny poop buffet area had thawed enough to enable unfettered and delicious snacking.

Then what happens?

A damned snowstorm.

In March.

The grass is one again buried, forcing me to poop on ice this morning.

The bunny poo buffet? Yeah, buried.

I made my point by leaving a small turd on the bedroom carpet this morning.

My patience is not infinite.

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