I was driving MrsBlue to the train this morning when we each asked the other if they had passed wind (the kind of intimate conversation that one gets married to experience). When the answer was no, we thought something had died in our car (the smell was that bad), but then I saw I had stepped in dog poo, which is not the easiest thing to check for while driving. I must have stepped in it between our house and our car, which means it was on our walk, which means I need to go shopping for a "Curb Your Dog" sign, though I may need to make one of my own, as I'm pretty sure the store-bought kind won't offer the level or profanity I am seeking.

Poopy Links!	Thanks Ant and Mike Martinez.
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