The stupid toilet is backing up. This happens once in awhile, just one of the joys of owning an old house. But, good Lord, this stuff always seems to happen at the worst times! I guess it could have been worse and happened the night of the fiesta. Yes, that would have been worse…

It’s amazing how the weather changes around here. Monday night I went out and picked all my tomatoes out of the garden, the first frost should be here any day. The kids enjoyed running around in the brisk weather and I let them continue to play while I kept an eye on them from the kitchen. Jim was having a bad day, so I made him some cupcakes and one of his favorite meals, enchilada casserole. Just as I was about to pull the cupcakes out of the oven, Honor came in yelling, “Shoe, Shoe!” and proceeded to walk all the way through the kitchen to me. He’d stepped in very fresh dog poop and tracked everywhere.

I wonder, how many times in my life will I clean up poop from places it doesn’t belong? Fun!