Is it just me or are the birds outside going completely bat shit crazy? I get that bats aren’t birds, but you know what I mean. I take all the bird craziness as a sign that spring is coming soon. Count on me and Punxsutawney Phil to predict these things.
This thought inspired me to take the dogs on a nice walk at Railroad Park. Only the walk wasn’t so nice because Harpo went crazy and rolled around in Celie’s shit. Naturally, for me this propelled a massive OCD response. I wanted to wrap Harpo in a plastic bag, but a: that would be cruel and b: I didn’t have a bag big enough.
So my supposedly nice walk turned into bath day for Harpo and of course a complete scrubbing and disinfection process on the interior of my car. I’m still wearing rubber gloves as I’m typing this btw. Anyway, I also had a Steven Spielberg moment and filmed post bath. I feel like this is an artistic expression of what my day as been like thus far. I’m off now to Clorox wipe anything I think Harpo might have gotten within 6 inches of pre bath. I hope you enjoy the movie.