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September 21, 2009

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mommypie

Just tonight I was sitting here, in my house, with the door open, the scent of HORSE poop wafting in and out of my livingroom.

It was HEAVEN. (I get it Ms. Lagmore.)

Kathi D

The cows down the road are a little too far for me to be comforted (??) by their poop. I am comforted by the quiet and the stars in the sky (which you can't see in the ci-tay).

Suzanne Broughton

I get this. We all have our little comforts. I like to hear the fog horns growing up. The sound still comforts me :)
I guess if I were a country girl it would be cow poop.

Linda

Cow/horse poop = country fresh.
Chicken/pig poop = gag me!

wrekehavoc

that cow costume scares me. s'all i'm sayin'.

foolery

Miss Meg, everything and nothing about you surprises me. You are a Renaissance Woman. : )

Audrey, Bob cracks me up too. You all do. I have the best blog friends! I just wish I were a better blog friend in return these days -- but winter is coming.

Thanks for reading and commenting everybody!

-- Laurie

Audrey at Barking Mad

I'm laughing far too hard at Bob's comment to come up with a clever one of my own!

foolery

CBW, I'm so, so sorry. Even the pigs are sorry.

NNG, I smell chicken poop, too. I'm rural like that.

Daryl, you have SHEEP in Manhattan?

Bob, I can tell the difference between cow poop and bullsh*t. ; )

Meg

It should come as no surprise to you that I totally get this.

Bob Cleveland

(Besides, how do you know it wasn't from a BULL, huh? Huh?)

Bob Cleveland

I'm sure my wife is more comforted by my presence, than by that of cows, but I've never heard her say nice things about my

uhh....

well...

you know.

Aromas in the night air.

Daryl

Or sheep .. even if they didnt poop you can smell'em miles away .. okay a mile away

noe noe girl

Around here we smell chicken poopQ
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Chesapeake Bay Woman

I smelled pig poop at MY office at work today. It was coming straight out of my co-workers' mouths. Or it might have been some food I left in my drawer.

There is no smell worse than pig poop. Back in the days before time and air conditioners on school buses, we used to have to ride past a pig farm with the windows down. On the hot, hazy days, let's just say there was a whole lot of gaggin' goin' on.

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