Boomer looked at me yesterday...

...and he said "Meowmie, this porch is a wreck, stop waiting for the contractor to do it and just clean this up already!!"
And how could I refuse that sweet little face?

So I said, "Ok, Boomer, but first lets take a picture of all the nasties that I'm about to muck through"

and Boomer said "Ha Ha meowmie, you'll never get through all that in one day! You might as well just take a nap!"

And I said, "No, Boomer, Meowmie can do it, just you wait and see!!"
And so it began- it was tougher than I thought it would be, and ABSOLUTELY disgusting! But thankfully I had Boomer along to inspect my work every step on the way.


A sore back, dirty feet, and countless buckets of water hauled from the bathtub later- VICTORY over the bird poo!

So I finish and I'm dirty and sore and stinky and carrying who knows what sort of bacteria- even though I was wearing vinyl gloves and washed my feet a million times- and Paul gets home. and he has the gall to LAUGH at me!!! LAUGHTER!! What does he think is so funny? So he takes a picture of me- and I look at it- and I laugh too... what do you think?