Stupid ninja

It warmed up enough that I was able to chisel out the dog-pee snow off my patio where the sun don’t shine and I could shovel it up and throw it over our patio wall.

I imagined there was a ninja on the other side of the wall on some kind of mission to spy on me, but he was getting buried by my revolting dog snow because he had orders not to blow his cover and he couldn’t budge. Every 3 heaves or so over the wall, I’d chuckle and think, “Stupid ninja.”

Yeah, weird.