Dialogue with Dirt...

I think I'm on to the next big thing...

No, seriously, if you have kids who like love LIVE FOR dirt, you'll totally applaud me here.

I am considering installing a disposal in the bath tub.  Because, well, can I just show you, why?

Seriously.... Eeeewwwww.

For a control freak that attempts to manage the unmanageable, this is downright SICKENING.

All that from these little angelic faces - well, and other "parts"... whodda thunkit?  And now you know why lately bath time has actually been bath time followed by a shower... because GADS they're hoarders when it comes to dirt.

And, I mean, I know our days go a bit like this... 

A.M. Park

Mid-Day Back Yard/Sandbox

Early Afternoon Bike Ride

Late Afternoon Creek/Kiddie Pool/Slip n' Slide

P.M. Park

But does it all have to stick to us and follow us on home for dinner and a bath?

It could be an evolution.  Something like, "Get the gross out of your tub with the Insinkerator Excel installed in your family bathroom!  Grinds almost anything.  Gets the crap down the tubes."

You know?!

No?

Well, that's whats happening here in this old head of mine tonight... deep thoughts about unexplored domestic territories... in a black hole, vacuous sort of way.  

  

Aren't you so glad you stopped in to read this blog?  This is where real vision and yards & yards of dirt are purged (obviously).  But fetch, if they aren't the cutest little dirt devils.  :)