| Call me a "picker"...
I began as a picker with my greyhound....Lori (RIP)....those piles were just WAY TOO MUCH to just leave laying......and as the grandkids started appearing it was mandatory to keep the yard 'cleaned up' ......
Now, Lori is gone, but the picker habit remains.
When out and about (at the outlet mall and such) I feel like everyone is watching me to see what I will do....I keep little baggies in my pocket at all times.... |