Poop bags are on my mind. Over the weekend an Amazon box with my name on it was left on the front porch of my office building. (Doesn’t every office building have a front porch?) So what was in the box? Two boxes of earth rated unscented poop bags.
I know the box is small, for sure, bit it packs a punch. 270 bags, or about a 135 day supply for Max.
And I received two boxes. 270 days. Nine months. No worries until March 2017, when I turn 59 and 1/2.
Now, I assumed my girlfriend sent the bags. We had discussed scentless v. the G-d awful lavender scented variety I had purchased last November, and