Another Thanksgiving weekend at the cottage. We did nothing today. I didn't get up until 9 this morning. We plunked ourselves in front of the television by late morning and started watching some shows I'd taped this summer and hadn't got around to watching yet.
Around 5:45, we left the cottage and returned here, but not before I noticed an enormous pile of turds at the bottom of the steps facing the ocean. I am not sure what kind of animal craps that big. I am not sure if I want to meet such an animal, particularly if I'm not armed and it's dark outside. I urged Patricia to scoop up the poop and lob at the neigbhour's property. He's the numb nuts who has the ATV and trespasses on our property when we're not around.
He'd feel right at home.