August 28, 2006

Only a turd in a gilded spray.

right_morgane.jpgDateline Sharon Springs, and a bucolic Saturday afternoon spent re-splining the church's screen door (that'd be all Douglas, as I'm mildly allergic to spline), and de-baubling some cheap-chic candelabra so as to more efficiently spray paint them gold for wedding reception centerpieces. Morgane the whippet enjoys a rare off-leash romp in our meadow across the way, and in keeping with the physiology of her breed is little more than a blur - save for when she brakes, squats, and solidly excretes dead center in the street.

It's not a poop-scoopin', leash-law sort of place, and action is not specifically required, but I can't just leave it be. I stroll over, crouch down, and spray the dropping gold, and thus disprove an old expression.

Yes, one can, in fact polish a turd.

Posted by Kat at August 28, 2006 04:21 PM