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But I’m a university graduate!

Byheathertheblogger

Now I doubt my intelligence and smell like cat shit.  Yes it’s kitty litter day.

And every single time I forget  that I should be doing this job in a HAZMAT suit so that I don’t reek of cat.  I should have kitty litter clothes.  I have painting clothes – the ones that I wear every time I paint – I should have kitty litter clothes so that the fallout from this particular chore doesn’t cling to me like fecal remoras.

So much to scoop that I required two garbage bags – one for the crap
and one ‘just in case’ bag because the other one was so full of clumping
crap.

Bag No. 1 – not a problem.  Bag No. 2 – a cheap-ass No Frills kitchen garbage bag that tests one’s patience, will to survive and mental intellect – had me ready to commit harakiri.  This video was made after I’d already been trying for 5 minutes to open it in the basement.

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