Busy day. Spent most of it dealing with a dead horse in the swimming pool. This happens every year. I get the cover off, not a week goes by before I wake up ready to swim only to find a drowned stallion in the deep end. I’ve run out of space behind the garage and the city won’t let you bury anything bigger than a microwave in the front yard so I just have to hope the black birds pick its bones clean before the carcass kills too much of the grass. It’s going to be a n all-day Saturday affair dragging it out of the pool. Which is about how long it took me to get the thing into the pool in the first place.
Chris Weagel
Chris Weagel writes about the intersection of technology and parenting for Wired Magazine. No he doesn't. He can't stand that shit.
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