I made it through a few opening sentences with only minimal swearing and then tried to add a picture. Enough said.
So I'm back on the PC where my fingers can fly. I also get WAY more creative with my verbiage. See? Verbiage. When was the last time you used that one?
Anyway - back to the title of this EllenAlive blog installment.
I was walking Augie on this absolutely fabulous day and we paused for a poop. As I pulled the poop bag from its dispenser (you know the one you're supposed to carry if you own a dog?) and lo and behold, it matched my sweatshirt!
Naturally it was not my intention to do the "match" thing but now I wonder if I might be onto something. Something big!
T-shirts and sweatshirts to match your little fur baby's poop bags. OMG! I'm going to be stinking (pun intended) rich!!!
While reveling in my new found fame and fortune I was so happy that I had to stop in the middle of the street to snap this pic.
Get it? Sewer - poop.
Do I know how to tie things up or what?
You're welcome.
