Oh my Lord. There is a honey bucket on my driveway! I know the guys working on the house don't want to track mud in our home, but I don't know about having a port-o-potty right there on my front lawn!
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Friday, March 28, 2008
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1 comment:
Oh no, honey, porto-potties are very hip: it shows you are having renovations done on your home, which shows you've arrived. I know social climbers who can't afford the renovations but rent the porto-pots to fool the neighbors.
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