shed - scrape out rooster poop
“This’s quite the list ya got goin’.”
The guy was here to fix my ISP thing-a-ma-jig, not to remark on my To Do’s for tomorrow. He doesn’t need to know about the broken vacuum, misplaced garage door opener, or the roosterS I accidentally locked in the shed overnight necessitating the doo doo scraping.
It’s okay. At least I still haven’t found the movie I lost on the way home tonight.
Oh, esophagus.
