Do Do Do Do, I Have Poo!

Birdie, Birdie in the sky
Dropped a dew drop in my eye
I won't laugh and I won't cry
I'm just glad that cows don't fly!

Last night the hubbs and I attended our Elder's Quorum BBQ. It was fun. The hamburgers were great!

There isn't much seating at the park we went to and so I was glad to find a relatively open picnic table. We sat down and I was playing with Shanna, our friends daughter. I then felt something hit my shoulder, but didn't think anything of it, because the trees we were sitting under had acorns on them.

I turned to say something to my hubby and felt something wet on my neck. I started freaking out (silently of course) saying: "Get it off!!! Get it off!!" I could tell he wanted to laugh. I asked him what had been on me and he was hesitant to tell me. Just before he told me, I heard the flutter of wings from the culprit taking flight and moving elsewhere to wreak havoc on some other poor soul.

Yes, folks, I had been shat upon.

I guess this proves that some days you step in it, some days you step around it, and some days it lurks high above waiting until that perfect moment to strike!