The art of weeing in style . . .

I know, I know, that certainly is a weird title for a blog, but by now you should know me,
I am pretty unpredictable, lol. But we go back to that later, I mean the weeing.

Hubby came back last night ( yeah ! ) with an even early flight I had forgotten he was taking ( shame on me ), so for once we could have a kind of normal evening and go to bed at a decent time.

This morning whilst I was feeding the girls, he decided to build the garden cart we bought for Rhea ( in case of emergency transportation out of the park, instead of the wheel barrow, if you remember ). It looks like this.

It's really good, not very heavy,  easy to move around and on the top of it, I find it so cute.

Well somebody else found it cute too and already started wondering what he could do with it

but it was a no-no on my side, that's the emergency cart for Rhea and nothing else !

The weather this morning was very different from yesterday

and I had to keep my jumper during the walk with Bubbles.

I then took Rhea and it became hot and humid. I was really glad because she was in such a good spirit and shape that she dragged me around the park. That's where the wee story starts.

Now that we are beginning of September there are a lot of football trainings starting again and Fleming park was full. We were walking along the path as it's easier on Rhea's paws, when I saw a man in football clothes weeing in the bushes.

Now I understand that when you need to go, you need to go and you also can have a physical problem  . . .  but 200 meters further away he could have gone inside Fleming Park and use their toilet facilities.

What brought me to think : What would have a woman done ? Would have she dropped her clothes inside the bush ? No, she would have gone to the park facilities, may be by necessity and not by choice, but she would have, and without toilet facilities at all, she would have waited for a plan B.

So why can't men just wait as we would ? Just because their anatomy is kind of more practical for this kind of thing ? Well, that's no excuse. If it was even needed, it shows again that women are stronger minded than men. So Gentlemen, stop doing that, it embarrasses us women, you look primitive and it doesn't do you any favor, really !

Now, how many men read my blog ? Ooops . . . Wasting my time, right ?


Project 365+1 - Day 245 : Basket

Sometimes it's on the easiest words that I spend the most time.

I first took this photo in our garden of a hanging basket, hoping that from far you wouldn't see there are only weeds in it, well it's a miss, it's pretty obvious these are weeds, lol.

Then I thought that this

was nothing but an inverted basket, but . . .  not too good either.

So I then sneaked into my neighbour's garden and took a picture of one of her hanging baskets. That's certainly how one should look like !

Take care everybody, xxx