The day before my entire family showed up to help me rake the yard, Dane stopped by to help Tyrant clear off the walk leading up to the house. Marlo adores Dane and loves to help with any kind of chore, so this quickly turned into the grossest game of raking leaves ever. My baby girl IS IN A COMPOST BIN. Sure, I’ve fantasized about throwing her in there, but wow, the reality far more disgusting than the dream.
This makes no sense because Dane is somewhat of a germaphobe. And he’s happily sitting inside it right there with her.
That’s the effect she has on people. She is the human formulation of Prozac.
