Last night both Eric and his gf were at the top of the driveway trying to pick up messages on their cell phones. No signal.
I told Eric not to bother with his voicemail because his only one voicemail was from me. The voicemail was about a dead (as opposed to a live) deer leg he had discovered --- that I had deposited in the trash. Don't worry - the deer leg was right on top of the other garbage. Eric didn't have to dig far. Eric and I were having a discussion about whether the deer leg should be considered organic or meat.
Meat goes in the trash. Organic goes in recycle.
Do the math.
|Bella (aka meat) rolling in something gross and smelly on the forest floor|