For Laughs

Every other morning, I drive past a construction site on the way to Lilly's preschool.  While in the car, Lilly and I chatter about school, her friends, Meadow (hippie parents?) and Christina, and what's on the agenda for a morning of pre-K learning.  Conversation usually ceases by the time I reach the orange flags; if it hasn't I briefly pause, steal a quick glance, and allow myself a giggle.     

And every other morning, as I drive by I think, "One day, I'm going to take a picture of that."

This past week, that "one day" came!  On the way home from the school I knew, "This is it.  This is the moment."  I had to stop.

There was no where to park that would not get me in trouble with a bearded, pot-bellied man and a bulldozer.  So, being the determined and resourceful gal that I am, I pulled my "pimp mobile" (not really a pimp mobile) into a dead end street and parked outside a baby-pink colored house.  I sprinted across a busy street (which is funny because I DO NOT sprint), and started "hoofing it" in my pretty, taupe ballet flats.  I braved walking beneath a chilly, littered, gloomy overpass, as freeway traffic roared across the concrete above my head.  More importantly, I braved the dirty ol' pigeons lurking and cooing in the rafters of that overpass.  As I walked, I prayed they wouldn't poop on my "Red Berry" hair.

Finally (about a half a block later), I had arrived at my destination.  In front of burly construction workers, several perplexed pedestrians on the sidewalk, oncoming traffic, and dirty, "prone-to-pooping-on-your-head" pigeons, I snapped the following picture...

...of a port-a-potty.

Not just any port-a-potty, my friends, the Honey Bucket.  The.  Honey.  Bucket.  Ha ha!  THE HONEY BUCKET!!  Eew, eew, eew, eew!  Can you believe it?  I've NEVER seen one called The Honey Bucket before.  What a crack up!

Hope your weekend is as sweet as...well, nevermind.

Hap-pee Friday!