play by play

Robert has been doing a great job keeping up with our two businesses, taking care of me, and doing all the necessary chores at home.  But there have been some things that have slipped through the cracks.  Robert mentioned to me that he was going to have someone help us with our yard for a while.  We already have someone who helps us stay on top of mowing and leaf/snow removal, so I was confused.  

When he said he had hired someone to do dog poo duty, I was shocked.  That type of thing exists???

This morning I noticed someone outside.  I quickly pulled up our home cameras and yep, someone was in our yard, and all I could make out on his shirt was the word POOP in capital letters.  The heck with work.  I called Robert.  "No need to call me," he said.  "They're texting me the play by play."

The play by play of doggie poo duty?

Apparently these doggie poo duty folks text their every move: 

No need to worry.  Poopy pickup is on the way.  

This is your poop technician, and I have arrived.

Taking the scoop for the poop out of the truck.  

Ready to take a load off your yard!!  

What do you feed your dogs?!???

I honestly don't know what they texted (although they really do call themselves poop technicians), but I was laughing so hard thinking about the play by play.  

I wanted to say thank you but I can't even get myself out to the porch to say thank you.  I can go up the stairs to the house unassisted, but I cannot go down the steps without help.  I've learned the hard way that our rock landscaping does not make for a soft landing place when you fall off the porch.  

I would wholeheartedly recommend this poopy scoopy business, but they failed to do one important thing.  The man's shirt said POOP instead of P💩💩P.  

I have been at home more than I had hoped to be this week.  I went to work for a couple hours on Tuesday and a little more than a half day Wednesday.  Unfortunately the evenings have continued to be complete hell.  Everything is fine until there's swelling, and when that happens it feels like I'm going to bust through the cast.  I've been doing almost continuous icing, even at work and through the night.  But for some reason the icing during the night is like trying to spit on a forest fire to put it out.

The good news is that all that fire and swelling hopefully mean a lot of healing.  A lack of sleep is a small price to pay for healing.  I also think about our neighbors who have a newborn and two kids under the age of five, and I instantly feel better about the quality and quantity of my sleep.

Robert was on a job in a different part of Kansas City today and offered to bring me lunch from a vegan place I love.  It's a good 30 minutes or more from our house, so I rarely get to eat there.  He walked into the place and a customer said, "Thank you for spending your white Johnson County money on this place."  Seriously!  I asked Robert what he said in reply.  Robert told me he was thinking, "Well this guy isn't wrong..."  But he ended up saying, "We've all got to support this place!"

Robert said when the customer left he drove off in a Hummer.  

I'm not sure if it's the lack of sleep, but the strange interaction Robert had at the vegan place seems even funnier after our first visit from the poop technician.

Here is a fun video I found while sorting thousands of old pictures and videos.  It seems appropriate here.  It's the moment Robert and I first discovered Siri would translate emojis in meaningful and sometimes life-changing ways while driving.  As you can hear in the video we got very lucky our first time trying out this new technology.  Over the years we've discovered it all depends on the car, the Siri voice, and the emojis.