Deep Thoughts on a Morning Walk

Every morning I take Norah and Mr.Owen on a walk. Since it's getting colder, the walks are getting shorter. Regardless, I think we all enjoy the fresh morning air. This morning I realized most days I probably spend 75% of my day talking to my one year old. Thus, I have "big people" conversations in my head (you do it too, come on). Here is my random-thought-discussion with myself this morning.

"I'm not a cat person.
Or am I a pseudo-cat-hater who really loves them?"

(As a cuddly, soft, loving kitty trots up to Norah and I).

"Seriously?"

(As Mr.Owen gets into his squat position
to take his second #2 of the walk).

"I never knew a dog could produce so much feces."

(As I unroll my second 'doggie bag' and pick it up).

"Maybe I am a cat person considering I have to walk all the way home carrying two giant sacks of feces that wreak.. big time. Outdoor cats simply leave their dainty mess outside and that's that."

(As I indeed walk the whole way home carrying two sacks of feces, thinking it would be really cruel to drop them in a neighbor's trash can, especially since we're all the the same Ward. Darn).

"She definitely doesn't have kids."

(As I half-wave a "Hi" to a woman wearing a perfectly pressed,
crisp white shirt).

"Owen is a lot more well behaved and overall happier after he goes #2.
I think that's the case for all of us."

OK, so maybe they aren't so deep.

To attempt to make this post less awkward
I present to you without further ado:

THIS DAY IN BROWN HISTORY: 10.20.08
We were drooling over this bald-blue-eyed-beauty.