The Proof is in the Poo

     What should be a relatively easy task is turning into one of gargantuan proportions.  Maybe someone is trying to tell me something by not wanting me to succeed in getting this blog posted today.  After completing the blog entry the internet connection went out and did not save my entry so now for the 2nd time this morning I am writing my blog for the day.

     In a quest to prove my mental status to my blog readers I ventured outside yesterday afternoon.  Armed with a container it didn’t take me long to find what I knew would prove my level of sanity.  I obtained samples and returned home to quickly process the information.  What should have taken just a few minutes turned into over an hour long process.

     All I wanted to do was take a couple of pictures to share on the blog.  Unfortunately when I tried to use my small digital camera the battery was in the process of dying and only took a couple before it died completely.  I had to run upstairs to grab my big camera and when I attempted to take photos with it the flash would not work.  I messed around with the flash trying to get it to work but unfortunately I did not succeed.  I decided to remove the memory card out of my small camera to see if I could insert it into my printer to download the photos I took.  Both the printer and the computer screamed at me to remove the card immediately.  I ran back upstairs to grab both the battery charger and the cord to download the camera directly to my computer.  The pictures didn’t turn out as good as I hoped but they should provide proof of my current mental status.

     If you haven’t read yesterday’s blog entry then I suggest you do so before you continue reading.

Does a bear shit in the woods?

     In this photo you see two piles that look remarkably similar.  The pile on the left is tar and the pile on the right is bear poo.  Now do you understand why I was so confused?  The bear poo definitely smells worse than the tar and is a bit juicier. 

     So there you have it.  Proof of my sanity is in the poo, on my front counter, spread out all over.  Does that sound like something a sane person would do or does this prove my insanity?  That’s a question for another day.