When you gotta go...

I was walking my dog today. We had gone a bit farther than usual, and were turning around to head back when it hit me. I had to pee.

I'm not talking about a casual, maybe-I-can-pee-maybe-I-don't-have-to type thing. No, no, this was a full on, Niagara Falls, I-will-explode-in-two-seconds kind of moment.

We began walking faster. Or at least I did. My dog, however, must have had a past life as a sadistic war lord or something because not only did she proceed to pee happily every two steps, but she also found it a necessity to sniff every leaf, twig, piece of garbage and lamp post she found. In a word? She was dawdling.

Peeing consumed my thoughts.

And then, on the lawn beside me, the Fates saw fit to mock me just a little more.

You probably can't see it very well, but that is a toilet, yes, a toilet, peeking out from behind the black garbage bin.

You have no idea how hard it was to just walk away from that. But I did. Shifty eyes.

I just love that the people who live there keep a toilet on their front lawn. Why not just throw it away?

I guess it's like Mark Twain said: "Never put off until tomorrow what you can do the day after tomorrow."

Have a great day, ya'll!