Last weekend, every time I turned around I was sweeping mud off our back porch. It’s a tiny little porch so I wasn’t getting too worked up about it but I just couldn’t figure out how Vince could be tracking so much mud onto the porch and I wasn’t getting a lot of mud in the house.
I never said anything to Vince about stomping his feet before he got to the porch but he finally said to me “Why don’t you take off your boots before you track all that mud onto the porch?” Huh? Why don’t YOU take off YOUR boots? I’m not the one doing it. Then he said “I’m not the one doing it either!”
Then I looked up and saw that a messy little bird is building a mud nest on the porch trim.
You can barely see it against the brown wood but it’s there. At least we now know we should be blaming that little bird instead of blaming each other!