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I was just checking the mail and I heard a woman yell, “PUT YOUR POOPOO IN YOUR POCKET” and I kind of just froze because I don’t even know how to respond to that? It seems like an insult or a threat but turns out it was an elderly woman from my neighborhood who was taking a walk and (I guess?) giving advice to a man who was walking his dog and was carrying a little plastic bag of (presumably) dog poo, and he sort of stutter-stopped and looked at her like, “Pardon?” and she was like, “Yeah, just put your poopoo in your pocket! Then you don’t have to hold it!” And then she grinned helpfully like it was the most reasonable life hack ever. Then she mimed stuffing shit in your pocket. He didn’t put it in his pocket but he did smile and wave and I can’t tell if this is a sign that I live in a very kind neighborhood or a very weird neighborhood. Also, now I can’t stop yelling, “PUT YOUR POOPOO IN YOUR POCKET” because it is very catchy.
Today is Victor’s birthday. Happy birthday, Victor! PUT YOUR POOPOO IN YOUR POCKET. (See…catchy.)
Yesterday I shared a new doodle on my art substack and it’s not very pretty but I really like it.
Today I shared my collection of antique photos of ACTUAL GHOSTS on my time-travel substack.
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Love!
I did put the poo poo in my pocket once on a very very cold day in WI. And then promptly forgot it was there, hung my coat like a reasonable adult, and then couldn’t figure out where the stink was coming from, until I put the coat on again and discovered the not so terrific “prize in the cereal box”. I reject that woman’s advice. Strenuously.
Why on earth would anyone put dog poo in their pockets? It’s like baby poop in diapers, you hold it far away from you and hope that nothing leaks or falls out.
I love your ghosts, and I totally see them, because I’m an empath so these things are drawn to me. I tell myself that your ghostly trio behind the human trio are simply a remnant of a tintype that wasn’t properly exposed of another family seating, so the photographer used the tintype again, and you can see the partially exposed figures in the background, but the middle apparition is much darker and less clear than the boy and the girl ghosts.
And the woman with the chair clearly has a woman wearing a coat or a cape with a hood or a hat with a veil, and is seated in the chair with her back turned slightly away from the camera.
Our world is filled with things that modern science currently can’t explain, and I think time is not linear in the universe, but is folded into layers on top of each other like a croissant and sometimes the layers get pressed together. And then we can see more clearly through them to the past or to the possible future.
And sometimes what we see isn’t ghosts of humans at all, but other entities, like angels or demons.
Oh, it’s so in my head…. Maybe a tad too catchy!
That’s hilarious. I needed to laugh today. I’m not feeling well mentally, but I know it will pass. Happy Birthday, Victor. Have an amazing day.
This child picture;looks like the pictures of a children’s book mrs peregrine school of peculiar children’s you might like it there is a lot of old pictures inside not drawing old photos ps its about time travel also love 💗
Happy Birthday Victor!
No poo in my pocket! Nope, I carry those paw printed colorful baggies in plain view. They’re validation that I’m a good neighbor and stellar citizen. I picked up, wanna see? I’m also feeding my dog good kibble. Just look at that quality and check that good odor!
Happy birthday, Victor!
Happy Birthday to your spousal unit! And, just thinking, maybe you could create a new craze like Beanie Babies or pet rocks. POCKET POO! I think it is a winner!
Happy birthday to Victor ❣️
Did he get his ice cream cake yet? (It’s all he ever wanted)
New lyrics for archaic childhood song Picking up poo poo, put it in your pocket… (original lyrics: paw paws. Don’t ask me, I don’t have a clue, I assume paw paws were some vegetable or fruit material. I just remember the song)
Happy Birthday, Victor! Please do NOT put your poopoo in your pocket.
Happy Birthday Victor! Hope you have a great birthday celebration with your loved ones – and cake and ice cream!! ♥️🎉😍
Victor, do not put poopoo in your pocket. I have a patent for a portable pooper scooper that allows you to bring the poop back home so you can flush it. Better yet, no one will even notice you bringing your shit on public transpo! GoPoddy.com.
Happy Birthday, Victor! Put your poopoo in the toilet, Sir! Holding it is just really gross!
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“Put your poopoo in your pocket, or so help me…”
Dum-dum-dum-dum
And now you can sing it!
Happy Birthday to Victor!!! And I am now very much looking forward to my next neighborhood walk!
Happy birthday Victor.
PUT THE LIME IN THE COCONUT
Happy Birthday Victor! Happy Belated Birthday, Hailey!
When you decode the diary I want to know everything.
I feel certain after all these years that Victor is not ONE BIT surprised that his birthday acknowledgment is hidden in a post about poopoo. I don’t think he’d expect anything less, frankly! : )
Put your poo poo in yer pocket, unless you have a st. bernard. lolol
Yes, those are ghosts in the tin types.
The neighbour confidently recommending “put your poopoo in your pocket” like it was a perfectly normal dog-walking hack absolutely made me laugh. The fact that the phrase immediately became part of Victor’s birthday greeting makes it even better.
My sister sometimes puts her dog’s poopoo in her pocket then forgets it is there.
Happy Belated Birthday, Victor. I love you, and that is all Jenny’s fault. Jenny, your tin types are cool af. I see the ghost figures, but its possible they are just remnants from previous tin types. Or not. 🤷
That’s why I always wear cargo pants. If my greyhound spontaneously decides I need to take him for a walk, I’ve got plenty of pockets to carry his parcels & don’t have to carry them in my hands or a bag.
Put the poopoo in your pocket – someone should write a song about that!
And now I think about you every time I walk my dog because I’ve always put my poopoo in my pocket.