It Must Be A Dull Day

I mean, really...  if the best I can write about is...

A Crapper....

Now, what in the world about a porta-potty could be of interest?

Well...

Those that know me, know I have a "different" sense of humor...

We were at a greenhouse/nursery today, looking for plants for Celeste's garden. After so long of looking at salvia, gerbers, coleopsis and on and on....

I had to ..... go

So I found the outhouse, and ....  like most people (I suppose?)...  I read all the things on the walls...

And...

This caught my eye...

 Now...  How do YOU read this?

1 Unit/10 Workers

Right...

Of course I'm picturing 10 migrant workers crammed into this dinky little one-holer....

Thinking back on phone booths...  college students......... you know, "those" days....

And I'm cracking up....

Laughing my you-know-whatsie off.....

I do read the whole thing (no...  no graffiti here...  not even any petroglyphs)...

and, actually, the place is pretty clean for a porta-potty.

And...  for those who travel into Mexico...  They DID have TP.... (and the lid was down)

So...

Back to the flowers.

Which we bought...

And headed home.......

AND

Saw this contrail along the way....

Kind of looks like a giant halo over the highway, doesn't it?

Maybe Texas really is the holy land....

Ummmm.....  Well......    Okay....

That's All For Today....