I walked into the bathroom earlier this week and found this on the floor:
I wish I'd arrived early, though.
Hey! I made the first turn!
The people were of all ages. Little kids with their yuppie moms, older folks excited to be in on the next big thing, and yes, there were a few long-hairs wearing bandanas and flipflops, but you had to look hard to find them. I found myself between an older couple and a just-out-of-college couple. Most of the wait found the five of us in sporadic conversation. The young couple got to hear about my dad's chickens and the rainbarrel he made for them. The older couple got to hear what I found out about this particular composter from visiting the website. There were kids and dogs and umbrellas for the sun. But no potties. And I was alone in line. About halfway through, I suddenly had to go. I looked around but no port-a-potties were in evidence. I'd have to go into the mall to find relief. But no guarantee that I'd still have a place when I came out. I held it.
Guess what the first thing I did when I got home was?
After I unloaded the composter, I got back in my car and headed out again, this time in search of a Doggie Dooley. Basically, that's a mini-septic tank for dog waste. I love Kida, but she is quite prolific in the poop category and despite our efforts, she was stinking up the joint.
We're going green all over here at the house of Smiles.
Speaking of ZBoy, this is his display board for the Science Fair: