Guess which little person I am? Here’s a hint: I haven’t left the country in the past 6,209 days, and I haven’t seen an errant puppy for at least three months.
That’s right, Encyclopedia Brown. AND, you know what this means, don’t you? It means that I probably ate something with poop on it.
So here we are.
(I now walk around with Clorox wipes in my holster. No one else is going to get a poop bug. At least not on my watch!)
((I’ll be fine.))