Came outside the other day to find trash strewn all over the place. What could have caused this? We were BAFFLED until B busted out the fingerprint dusting kit (aka frost) and discovered the hand print above. F-ing raccoons.
Ever hear the term, the apple doesn't fall far from the tree? Well, it's not exactly the same thing but in the Nelson household, the turd doesn't fall far from the horses ass. As we all know, I'm a bit of an attention whore and will do just about anything for blog fodder (until one of my clients sees this crap and then I'm D-O-N-E). I've also single handedly made pointing a camera at yourself an art form. B has never read my blog or gone riding with me but, somehow, I've handed the horses ass gene down anyway. Observe:
You've got to admit, that is undoubtedly the best song you've ever heard about three quarters.